Get in My Belly!
Within 12 hours of arriving in Warsaw, I’d already consumed over 25 Pierogi: a number any man (and his mother) should be proud of. While in Warsaw, pierogi was the only meal I’d ordered, and while the Law of Sleep would hamper me in my conquests for the mythical 50 pierogi in 24 hours level, I still like to think I made a pretty solid dent in the national Polish pierogi stockholds.
We ate like absolute kings during the journey, especially during our stint in the Masuren. Serious props go to Anissa and Tobi, who had a full breakfast set up for us in the morning and a lavish dinner for the evening. Even when we had no bread, they managed to throw some things into a pot, stick it in the oven, and through whatever magical chant they said, fresh home-made bread popped out. Now that’s impressive.