The next morning, waking up was miserable. Four hours of sleep is not enough. We made the trek out to Wawel Castle (vavel castle, if youre wondering how to pronounce it). Wawel was gorgeous on the outside, sort of lame on the inside. The cathedral was beautiful and Eric and I pretended to be british tour guides, making up our own explanations for the tapestries and artwork which I think was more fun than an actual tour guide. While we were waiting for the other half of our group to return, I managed to accidentally make our professors 4 year old son cry. Apparently if you tell a four year old "no you can't just take that out of my hand" they cry. A lot. So then I felt like a douche bag. And he apologized to me in English and his mom in Romanian. Yaniv is pretty adorable. We made up, so its okay. We hugged it out.
It was hot as hell at the castle which explains the four-year-old's temper tantrum. So naturally we went for some hot chocolate. Now let me tell you something. We are doing it wrong. In Krakow, they literally melt down chocolate - hence the name "liquid chocolate". It was amazing. Might have been the cause of my cavities. But thats another story. In our post-chocolate stupor, we went into the caves below the castle. Slowly following our elderly statistics professor down a wet spiral staircase was really entertaining. He is a very silly old man. Every time we would go around a full turn, we kept thinking we had reached the bottom. We hadn't. It was deceptively deep. The myth is that there was a dragon living in the caves beneath the castle which protected the castle back in the day. Now it sort of looks like where the bat cave should be built. Today, there is a large iron works dragon statue that actually breathes fire. Its pretty cool looking. Outside the cave there was a polish renaissance festival. Needless to say, I got very excited and wanted to stay and play. But there was a boat to catch. We took a really nice boat ride up and down the river that runs through Krakow. Lunch was on our professors and I did some work on some really delicious mushroom risotto. After shopping, some ice cream and thinking that Caroline got taken, I took a much needed awkward nap with my dirty feet hanging off the bed. We finally woke up, rallyed the troops and had some pierogis for dinner. But not after taking some pictures with Caroline and her "ski" sign. While we were in Krakow, Caroline printed off a sign that said "ski" and she would put it up with signs that said Krakow on them. Krakowski. Its her last name. Adorbs. The bars were sub par and way too American. Although we did try this really tasty drink that was vodka and apple juice. It was AWESOME. But the night was lame, and we were all so tired so we decided to call it a night and limp home.
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