Anyways, as we got on the bus in Poland, our guide happily announced that there would be a rest stop where we can get our snacks. What can you expect: we love to snack, and it is not all that often that they are so readily available to us. I remember how every time someone had to pee, whatever little convenience store was near had a line up going all the way outside, much to the dismay of our tour guides. ![]() The term “Class-A-Coach” was coined in Morocco. Our history with bus rides goes back to at least Funchal. In contrast however, I noticed something silly. I am glad to have gone through it with this group of people. It was a very emotional and educational day. ![]() Once again, however, Class Afloat gave us a first hand experience that equips us for better conversations on the topics of the world. ![]() There really isn’t much more to say, I believe. Charged with dialogues we mean to have but rarely do. No one seemed to be in a rush to be anywhere, for once. We kept quiet throughout the introductory videos and the tours, making our way around the camp, to slowly end up back in the bus. I know I was reading the Book Club book, one about concentration camps in Poland, Night, Cody’s pick I believe. The bus ride over was quiet, most of us were sleeping. Because this experience was different for all of us, I will refrain from making general comments. This was a port-program that seemed a long time coming. The next day, as I recall, was the day we went to the Stutthoff concentration camp. The smell of the galley wafting up onto the pier. Barefoot in the grass, laughing out of breath because, well, we have no cardio anymore. I don’t think I have done that much exercise since the girl’s basketball game in Senegal. We’d been having many long sails until the one to Poland. It was especially great letting out some of that pent up energy from the last few months. So I picked it up, and some of the girls and I were throwing the football for a few hours. In High School, I played flag-football for two years, and I haven’t touched a football since. Some of our students were tossing a football or kicking a soccer ball around on the grass in front of the ship. The sun was shinning and the weather was warm on a beautiful afternoon. I quickly took over and played my own music for all to hear. ![]() The best part: the Stanmore speaker was out blaring music from the breezeways. Usually, Gangway can get pretty boring, but not this time, my buddy and I had people constantly coming up to us asking questions. There were many other ships to look at, our home was at the end of the pier. Now, Gangway in Poland was really wild: we had crowds of people coming up to look at the ship since it was a holiday weekend and people were off. It made us feel a little bit closer to home. Lots of chocolates for everyone, thanks to Joe’s mother. We had a ship wide easter egg hunt that morning. Something really cute happened whilst we were in Poland.
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