The story I’m about to tell you happened this summer when I was flying to Poland for the first time. I was so excited because I was going to Poland, plus I was going to meet my Polish family for the first time. When I arrived at eleven at night at the hotel, we got to the room and I was exhausted and grumpy so I got into bed. The next day I toured Warsaw with my cousin and aunt, and after our full day tour, we went to an enormous dinner with all my relatives, such as my three times removed cousin, Pepino, and my four times removed niece, Lena, and my great-great aunt who played the harmonica for all of us. It was great and fun, but the food was terrible because instead of making Polish food, the restaurant made “international” food–whatever that means! Overall, I had an amazing time in Poland.
