In 2018, I was in Krakow. I was just remembering all the nuns I saw. The highlight was (surprise!) the food markets all around the city w older ladies selling eggs. And going into a govt agency office trying to track down my Polish family. They were like “not enough info, lady.”
But the person highlight of Krakow was this woman who I fell in love with. She sold socks and eggs. We couldn’t communicate with words much, but we kind of made due
I wish I’d have recorded her.

All of this to say, I miss travel, in all its shapes and distances and forms and jet lags.