A year ago, I didn't know a whole lot about Poland. If I'm honest, I probably didn't realize it was a country until I heard about an opportunity to go.
But ever since coming home from Poland, I feel like I hear about Poland everywhere.
Even over the past few days, I've heard Poland mentioned many times.
While at the American History Museum at the Smithsonian in DC, I was reminded of Poland while walking through the exhibit on World War II.
While at The Amish Village tour in Lancaster with my family, I laughed when the tour guide told us that the tour was available in Polish.
And I asked myself, "How many Polish people come to Lancaster?"
Although a lot of Polish people that I met asked why an American would go to Poland.
There was Polish pottery available at the gift shop of a Lancaster restaurant, Shady Maple. (FYI, Polish pottery is a lot less expensive if you buy it in Poland)
And at that point, I realized a profound truth. Poland keeps following me wherever I go.
Before I went to Poland, I never realized how much one country could come up in my everyday life. I never paid attention before.
In a way, it's cool, the mark that Poland has left on me.
I'll be reading about an actress and how her ancestry is Polish and immediately have some cultural context.
Or I'll find out that a tour is given in Polish and smile because of how rare it is for a tour to be in Polish outside of Poland.
Or even be excited by the fact that I can show my family what Polish pottery looks beyond the dish I bought them as a souvenir.
What can I say? I've got Poland on my mind.
P.S. I have no idea what "No BSR" means. If you do, feel free to enlighten me.
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