Back in Poland

It's only take me five years, but I'm finally back in my adopted homeland of Poland.

We flew into Wroclaw from Barcelona, and our cousins were waiting at the airport to meet us, which was a surprise. I say cousins, but I actually mean my grandmother's cousin's daughter and family - life gets endlessly complicated when you start to analyse these things too closely, so anyone referred to as cousins while in Poland are usually 2nd and 3rd cousins, removed to varying degrees.

We've been strolling around the lovely old town, and had a good Polish feed for dinner.

It's so good to be in a country where I know more of the language than 'hello', 'thankyou' and 'do you speak English?'. This is not to say that my Polish is anywhere near as sophisticated as that of your average 3 year old, but it is nice to be able to ask questions about the menu, or ask where the toilets are, without resorting to absurd gestures and defeatist English.

We're spending the next 9 days in Poland, which means there's a lot of doughnut eating, beer drinking and catching up with friends and family to do in a very short period of time.