Land of the Jets

Tonight Rachel and I are taking the overnight train from Prague to Crackow. Nicole is in Vienna, curly haired Issac is in Berlin, Benjamin is in South Carolina, Carrie Anne is in Austin, and it just didn't seem right for us to stay home during the American spring break. After that nightmarish excursion to Berlin a few weeks back, I was sure I would never leave the comfort of Prague again. But then came Rachel, with her wanderlust, her fluent Polish, her deep Polish roots, her love of the Polish people, and her unequaled understanding of Polish culture (Vienna was too expensive). I just want to go to the land that coined the phrase, "When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way, from your first cigarette to your last dying day." I'm still bitter about being cast as a Shark. That just made no sense.