One of the strongest memories I can still actually feel at times is how slow life felt in Poland. And Sundays were especially slow. The entire country shuts down for the day, some folks go to church, a lot of the men drink ( a lot), and many families choose to go for a Sunday "spacer." (pronouced spah-tzer) A Sunday "spacer" simply means to walk, to stroll, to wander. On Sundays, Polish families will take a "spacer" through the large sprawling parks of Warsaw, the magical square in Krakow, or the corner parks in the small villages that are scattered across the Polish landscape.
Now that my life is the busiest it has ever felt with each day being swallowed up by the next, I try to dig deep each Sunday and remember to slow the frick down. And when my crew (my dude, CR, The Love Fairy, Bam-Bam and our two mutts, Wagz and Roxy) can gear up and actually get out the lazy door of Sunday and take a "spacer" together, well then I feel all is right in the world.
The Poles get a bad rap for a lot of things and after living in their world for a year, I understand the reason for some of those classic Polish jokes. (I can say this because I AM Polish) But I will hand it the Poles - they certainly know how to slow down and take a stroll hand-in-hand with their loved ones. And right about now, that sounds like the best idea going in the whole wide world.