dobrzyca, polska.

the towns just keep getting smaller and smaller… my grandparents are from a little town called dobrzyca surrounded by polish countryside. i love the polish countryside. alright well, i love any countryside, but poland’s got that ages-old feel to it, like things haven’t changed all that much… they still spread manure on their fields instead of chemical crap, it stinks but hey, it works. we visited my grandpa’s brother who’s got an aviary in his backyard full of parakeets and pheasants and maybe a cockatoo or something, i don’t even know what half of them were… they fed us many sweet things, of course. and i saw where my grandpa was born and where my mom grew up for the first six years of her life. they lived across from this crazy old palace where we went to take pictures, it’s like gorgeous.

the place has been ruined and renovated more than a couple of times. my grandpa has pictures of the place when it was still occupied by the germans and he wanted to compare how it looks now with how it looked fifty years ago so we spent hours taking pictures for this project of his. and then we’re going to have to type up captions for them. it’s quite an undertaking.

lovely little mansion, but the grounds were the best part… there were waterfalls and peacocks and giant trees and and baby ducklings and these amazing weeping willows right over a pondlake. and also the largest platanus acerfolia in europe. yeah.

and also, my great-grandfather was a king and his picture is now in the museum. i’m like royalty, chew on that.