A First Time for Everything

Well, over the past couple months living in Krakow, we've experienced a lot of "firsts". I will often point it out or acknowledge it by saying, "awwww this is our first time ________."



Here's a picture from our first family dinner in Krakow...what a special night that was after being reunited with Q's family!



My first time working at the cafe. My mother-in-law taught me how to make all the brownies and cookies, how the oven works, and where we keep all of our special ingredients. Since we received that great review in the paper, our business has doubled!! Saturdays are crazy busy now so I've been going in to the cafe to help do some of the baking. I love it!




Our first time walking to the little grocery store near our house.





Our first time at the mall! It's a good one...Galeria Krakowska (pronounce the w as a v).
Truman tried on this jacket. He thought it was so cool and wanted me to buy it for him...I didn't.


Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to bake pies. This was my first pie in Poland! Apple...with lots of cinnamon and the flaky pastry that my mom taught me how to make. We had it for dessert after one of our special family dinners.


Our first time on the bus was also our first date night in Krakow. Every Thursday evening Q's parents take all the grandkids in their apartment and give them supper and play or watch a movie and Q and I and Jessica and Steve get to go out and do something "just the two of us". We've really been enjoying it...thanks, Mom and Dad!





It was a drizzly chilly Sunday, but we couldn't wait to see Old Towne...it's the center of Krakow...the oldest part of the city. The buildings are beautiful and there's so many great restaurants and shops and designer boutiques. Cobblestone streets and a big open square...a Sunday afternoon in the city feels like a family vacation.
That Sunday, was also our first time eating at McDonald's in Krakow...just a little snack. We've been to McDonald's many times since, and they also have KFC everywhere and Subway too. We're Americans...so of course, it's sort of like a piece of home.