Krakow and Mr. Gluck.

Ee sorry this is so late. Life has been insane.

So I left you off at a depressing point, after Auschwitz. The night improve significantly afterwards. Caroline, Eric and I struck out in an attempt to find the Jewish festival going on that night. It would turn out that the festival was more of a serious of events going on throughout the city for two weeks. But we didn't know this as we adventured through the streets, very confused as to why there was nothing going on. Using my Jew-senses, we of course managed to stumble upon the JCC, Jewish Community Center for you gentiles out there. Naturally, the head of the JCC invited us in for pickles, salada and kosher wine. This is where we met Yakov Gluck. Yakov is the man. But we'll get to that later. We left the JCC in an attempt to locate Eric's russian TA in the midst of a hoppin hipster bar in the middle of Kazimierz, the Jewish district in Krakow. This bar was sick. The beer was delicious, and the only lighting upstairs was candles. The walls were covered with black and white prints. It showed up Kafe Keuroac. In the basement, there was a Jewish DJ with stars of david illuminated on the walls. It was pretty freaking sweet. We finally left this bar in search of an underground gay bar, we never found the bar. I did however, get teased mercilessly by a couple of 16 year old Polish girls because I couldn't pronounce my words properly. Jerks. We ended up at a very strange bar with weird manacles on the walls. We ordered something, and the waitress came back with 6 blue shot glasses. We tried to share our drinks with the head of the JCC who happened to be there. He ignored us, which was naturally hurt my feelings. After wandering around lost for a little while, we ran into Yakov again. Only this time, he wasn't alone. We accompanied him and several Ukrainian girls to their friend's underground bar. If you've ever wondered what a party with 7 people in a bar would be like - its freaking awesome because you can dance like a total fool and play whatever music you like, and the bartender gives you free drinks because oh wait, he owns the place. We may or may not have danced on the bar. But the night didn't end here. We needed to go to Zinger. Zinger is a bar that is open until the last person leaves. Apparently, you go to Zinger for your last drink around 4 am. But before we went to Zinger, Yakov needed us to go back to the weird manacles bar. This time, the head of the JCC talked to us and had a drink with us (all of which Yakov paid for). This was when we found out that Yakov is friends with Sublime, 311 and is an orthodox jew. He whipped out his tzitzis, the ropes that orthodox jews always wear, to prove it. He pretended they were nun-chucks. I almost fell of my barstool laughing. We finally left, only to be dragged into another bar with more drinks that still wasn't Zinger. Finally we made it, I double checked upon arrival. Zinger was hopping at 4 am, about the same time the sun starts to rise. We had our last drink at Zinger and Eric hailed us a cab. We bid Mr. Gluck a wonderful night and made a very giggly way home, past Wawel castle, which I thought had a dinosaur - Caroline broke my heart when she told me it was supposed to be a dragon.