07/25/2011 - 07/25/2011 61 °F
This morning I got to sleep in for once. I was happy that Chris felt like having breakfast and leaving for the workshop by 8am. Sleeping in left me to eat alone again, so I may have to wake early for breakfast tomorrow morning just on principle. The rainy morning didn't deter my long stroll to the Philarmonic Hall to meet Chris for break before his talk. I did cut my stroll short though when bars appeared on the store fronts. On my u-turn, I spotted a Polish dollar store and a faux-brick application on a new apartment building (real brick, but only a quarter-inch thick.
I arrived a bit early for Chris' talk, heard the previous girl, accidentally turned the volume on my phone all the way up, got embarrassed and left, then finally came back to video Chris. I was really impressed with ability to answer questions afterwards during allotted time, after the seminar on stage, and in the hall. He went back for one more talk, and I went out to get ready for lunch (standing room only but the salmon and pork in mushroom sauce with roasted bell peppers was worth it). Heeding the doctor's advice, we headed back to town, he to the hotel and I to the train station. Chris wanted most to see the museum of the Crane first, so I caved. The museum also housed many 17th century items as did Williamsburg with the 19th century (chairs, tables, candlesticks, pictures, etc.) One thing most interested was the history of artificial fat fake string After six flights of stairs up around and down, I was insistent of Chris' taking a nap, so I headed off. I really know the map now after going around my butt to get to my nose, but I did eventually end up at the train station. Tickets to Warsaw and Krakow were in my hands; I even stood on the platform to get there, not 9 3/4. On the way back to dinner at the Hall I happened upon the Monument to Those Who Fell for the Polish Character of Gdańsk commemorating those who faught in the Gdansk massacre of 1308. Dinner was a sit down this time with even more good food (so much for losing inches by walking everywhere). Chris' poster session where he talked with interested colleagues lasted until 9pm, so I decided to treat myself to a piano and oboe concert of Chopin. The lady was amazing. Her fingers in trills resembled that of a hummingbird's wings.
9:30 and time to head to a bed. A 10 minute walk, and then I remembered my checked bags in the Hall (slow cool breeze that we both enjoyed.) Now a little after midnight, Chris asleep upstairs and I finishing a log that wouldn't happen otherwise.