In the name of all that is good and ugly...

For many, many things, not limited to the following, I blame Poland: my coffee/bakery addiction, my fascination with consonant clusters, my current love affair with my thigh-high leather boots, the calluses accumulating on my feet, all the tea in my cupboard, the fact that I now say "proper" and "quite," my disdain for Objectives in Proficiency, and of course, my intrigue with Polski architecture that is less than aesthetically pleasing.

Last week, English teacher Mike mentioned a church that looked like something out of Star Trek. Naturally, I made him write down the name, so I could Google it later. Mirek (being Mirek) knew exactly where to find this relic of Communist beauty. So, we spent the latter part of a semi-sunny Sunday afternoon wandering to the edge of Poznań in search of true ugliness.

I was not disappointed.


...only in Poland folks....and perhaps the Ukraine.