Warsaw, PolandSpent the day in the park... finally something I understand, trees.
Driving through Germany was an adventure; though we just drove on the same road clear across to Poland as fast as we could as we were running late due to our morning misadventure. As residents of countries where the national speed limits rarely exceed 70 miles per hour, Della and I could not resist experiencing the thrill of no limits for ourselves. Now, mind you, we were driving a vehicle that is at least 12 years old, which cost no more that 350 pounds, so the speed was less the thrill than simply seeing how fast her old car could go.
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