First thing this morning Aneta received a call from the car company she has rented the van from for our trip with the Americans next week. Apparently his "guy" had an accident and he cannot deliver the van to Warsaw at the appointed time for us on Monday. She is really bummed about this as it upsets everything with just today and the weekend left to correct it all. We may have to take a van from Katowice, an hours drive east of Gliwice/Knurow and then drive all the way to Warsaw - a minimum of 5 hours if traffic is cooperative. We pick our first guests up at 11:50 am so that means leaving on Sunday and taking a hotel if we can't resolve this another way.
Aneta had made a nail appointment for me at 11 am this morning. She planned the excursion so she could take Ania to an indoor playground next door to the salon. We arrived on time but were told that the person whowas to do my manicure didn't show up for work this morning so I was just out of luck. Neither Aneta nor I liked the vibe in the salon. It m,seemed very negative. Aneta and Ania went to the playground and I wandered the street below looking in stores and so hops along the way. After an hour we started home and Aneta discovered another nail salon and whipped in to see if she could get me an appointment for Saturday. The technician said she could take me "right now" so I jumped out of the car and into her chair in a single leap. Aneta explained that I want A French Manicure and she said it was no problem. I sat down and closed my weary, bleary eyes and hoped my nose wouldn't drip when my hands were unavailable. When I opened my eyes again I was in shock. What had started out to be a perfectly normal French Manicure (white tips-clear polish) has segued into ten individual works of art. I really do need to learn how to add photos to this blog as these are indescribable! I have gold sparkles. I have bronze swirls. I have black feather like designs on my thumbs and black dots on other fingers. In fact, you can barely see the French tips in white for all the other delicate artwork on each finger. Then the bill, right? Let's see, four colors of paint, extra time, etc., etc., right? Oh, I forgot, that's in the US. Here this elaborate nail art cost me $6.63 and when I tipped 20%( the grand sum of 4 Zloty or $1.33) she tried to give it back to me! I think I'm in love. What could be next for me? Botox for $10 a treatment? A facelift for $100 bucks? Maybe Bright white veneers on my old yellowed teeth for a couple hundred Zloty? Who knows.
Good news!
Aneta just returned from collecting Ania from her grandparents and has made arrangements for a van to be waiting for us at the airport in Warsaw. This means we will have the extra expense of taking the train to Warsaw but we will avoid the long drive in the road construction.
Aneta is now off to the travel agency to book our trip to Turkey. We will visit the coastal area along the Mediterranean Sea near Cyprus. Maybe it is one of those deals where on a clear day you can see Greece. I can only hope. There is supposed to be an amazing amount of great sightseeing in the area.
Well, scratch that last paragraph. As I said, nothing goes according to plan today. Aneta has just learned that her I -law a will not be available to stay with Ania and she wants to take Ania to Turkey with us. IO do r think it is a good idea to take a 2 year old baby to Turkey on a sightseeing junket.
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