Back to Our Roots

A friend on our flight asked if we would do as Pope John Paul II did and kiss the ground when we land.

Arriving in the country that is unfamiliar to us personally, but very familiar in family lore, felt strangely like home. With out hesitiation Peter began to connect with people in Polish. Many here have commented on his command of the language. Members of the tour group have learned to take advantage of his talent.

For me, walking past groups speaking their native tongue is reminiscent of times when, in our family home, my parents' friends would gather and Polish was heard everywhere.

We are strangers in this land, yet in many ways we have returned home.

Our first evening was spent having dinner then taking a brief walking tour with one among us who is familiar with the locale before setting into a very much needed rest.

And no ...we did not kiss the ground when we landed.

A full day enjoying the sights and sounds lays ahead when we rise.