Genya, our cleaning lady, was a little late this morning because the bus she takes was stuck in a lot of traffic. While I was impatiently waiting, images of our place with no Genya in the next month scared me silly. Her cleaning service is one of those things that once you start you can't easily go back. Like high speed internet access. This morning I realized how much I appreciate having her come once a month. Now I just need to learn Polish!
A fountain in the beer garden of the Village Tap