I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

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Sofitel Hotel Wrocław; Wrocław Old Town; Ddaddy’s restaurant sushi

Well, stuck in a parkinglot-like traffic jam towards West Poland to the city of Wrocław, is where I’ve been. For about the first 3 hours the car travel-song has been ‘Daddy daddy let’s go back home~♪’ chiming from the backseat, responded with ‘Shut your trap and sleep; we’re going to see the end of this trip~♫’ from the front. My mother and father make an awesome duo. Apparently April is when bears wake from hibernation and the country switch on the roadworks mode. In simple words, it took 3 hours to drive 120km (75mi)… I die. (Or is this not how you’re meant to use ‘I die’, Rachel Zoe?) Wrocław is beautiful, perhaps more beautiful than Warsaw in terms of architecture, but one should not forget that Warsaw was flattened during WWII and then rebuilt under communist regime! (One should stop speaking like a dumbass!) The most delightful of all was how nice the people were, especially in the markets. None of those in-your-face sales stalking and burdensome faux kindness… in fact, my brother was so pleased he overcharged himself for a simple hairbrush and paid the man £12.

Hope you’re all having a wonderful Easter weekend.