Craft Beer in Poland
I wasn’t supposed to go to Krakow, and out of all our options, Poland was last on my list. I left for Poland with mild curiosity and didn't expected much.
Like with most things in life I have preconceptions about, Poland proved me wrong. Dead wrong. I feel completely stupid for even thinking it’s a crappy place to travel to.
My girlfriend and I were getting a little bored with the Berlin life and were looking for a nice weekend getaway. Given she’s been everywhere and I nowhere, I drafted a list of the three places I wanted to visit. Czech Republic (aka Pilzn), Belgium (anywhere), or Poland. Poland only because it was a place she hadn’t been before. So, after a bit of discussion, we head down to the Deutsche Bahn to buy our tickets to Warsaw. About 20 min later, I realized we purchased tickets to Krakow by mistake. Following our embarrassment and a stint of laughing, freak-out from hotel cancellations, and only a day of planning, we set out for our first trip to Poland.
We now go any chance we get.