I called these the "Polish Smokies." Although it sounds like a name for a sausage, it really just reminded me of The Great Smoky Mountains back home. Some days the smoky haze, aka rain clouds, were so thick that you couldn't see the mountains, but it was still beautiful.
Hotel what??? While it does appear to say something like "Gotta buy a whiskey," it's actually pronounced "Go-wen-bee-ehv-ski" and basically means Hotel Pigeon. I know that we can all now breathe a sigh of relief that I haven't lost my mind.
The view from the dining room. Wow!! Needless to say, I spent as much time here as possible. The combination of view, company, and food was pretty spectacular.
One afternoon I was able to venture into the actual town of Wisła. Isn't it quaint? It was a nice walk and we had fun meandering around.
The Protestant church in the town center. This is actually quite an unusual sight since Poland is predominantly Catholic.
Statue of a famous composer in the town center. We celebrate sports figures, they celebrate the arts. Personally, I prefer the arts (cringing now and waiting for the first rotten tomato to come flying my way).
A view of the river on the way back to the hotel. If all of the signs weren't in Polish I could almost pretend I was in Tennessee.
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