“Your ancestors come from Romania – why not go there?” For an entire year, I and three other CSUN faculty planned an educational trip to Berlin and Poland for July 2012, and I was eager to investigate Berlin but not too keen on chaperoning 20 college students through parts of Poland I had recently visited. Lucyna’s transparently self-serving advice – since she would, of course, accompany me to visit the one place in Europe she’s never seen – had great appeal. On July 3 I flew out of L.A. with 20 young adults, 4 other faculty, and 2 adult friends hangers-on; we spent an extraordinary July 4 – 8 in Berlin; and after the train to Warsaw and settling the group into the hostel in Warsaw, I was ready to go off on my own. I would go off to Romania with Lucyna on Monday morning and re-join the group in Wroclaw the following Monday.
We found a cab and took the first of many harrowing car rides in this country.
The taxi driver went along
|old residences on one-way street|
|relaxed Lucyna at Flowers B & B|