Continuing Pszczyna

On the way home through a cool forested area we were only elated by traffic for a few minutes. We emerged from the forest and made a rest stop at a petrol station/convenience store. Aneta ran in to check and make sure there were facilities and then told me I could go in. It cost one Zloty to use the toilet and payment is collected after you emerge. I went in and immediately after closing and locking three doors behind me that there was no toilet tissue in the stall. There was, however, a strand of three squares of bright pink toilet tissue on the floor. I grabbed it up and unlocked each door to return to the counter in the convenience store. The young man working there saw me approaching brandishing a strand of pink toilet tissue. He looked shocked and when I said, "niet, niet!" his face changed to instant comprehension and he bolted for the supply room to retrieve a roll of tissue for me. Fortunately the new roll was brown and therefor a bit less obvious as I carried it back to take care of business. When I reemerged I tried to give him my Zloty in payment and he waved me off with a sweep of the hand saying, "niet, neit.". I think the poor fellow was mortified that I had hauled toilet paper out to wave at him and he just wanted to get rid of me as quickly as possible. Aneta, on the other hand, was quite impressed at what she called my "creativity" and praised me for being able to get along by myself.

Dinner tonight was a delicious piece of chicken breast baked and topped with a slice of thin ham, Mozzarella cheese and sundried tomato, accompanied by "lazy Pierogi" prepared for us by Aneta's mother-in-law, Marianna. They appeared to be made from a fine cornmeal mixed with cheese and cooked like a flat bread, which was then sliced into small squares and triangles onto which you put sugar, sour cream or fruit compote. They don't have a lot of flavor but they do satisfy the appetite quite nicely.

Aneta prepared a concoction of herbal medications for my newly acquired head cold and sent me to bed at 9 pm.

Aneta has gone to collect a student to whom she gives English lessons so that the girl can talk to me for an hour in place of her lesson today. I will sign off for this post and catch up later this evening.
Linda