Journey to Poland log.5
Two hours has passed since we got on the highway, taken a break to do anything or basked on the twilight hours. GPS is displaying an hour of this tiresome journey left on this the snaking highway, in Polish. Final destination, Willa Kominiarski Wierch, is bound to be a treat to the body and the mind. Shadows blackened and covered everything with frigid silence. Car headlights revealed darkness spreading it's boredom venom on the drivers passing by.
The gentle sway from the car, as we drove through the mountain range, wearing comfy clothes was not the brightest of ideas. Poisoned by lassitude, I could feel the boredom crawling its way up and bring me to the gate of stupor. I should have bought an energy drink or something! At this rate, I know I will fall asleep on her.
GPS displays, 10 minutes to arrival! Blanka was on a mission to be there by 9:00 PM, if not early, our free parking was soon to be a nightmare. All hands on wheel, is what I would say, but I am delirious at this point. She made valiant effort to keep me awake by opening the window and small talk, but failed. As soon as we entered the roundabout, smallest I have ever seen, GPS reroutes and tell us we were getting further away and to turn around, in POLISH!
Me: Take a U-turn, no cars are around, and we are in the middle of nowhere for police to say something.
Adrenaline and fear was in my vein, I am wide awake. I come to understand that the journey itself was my escape to detach from vanity. I have never been so far away from home; by myself; and with the intention to stay for this long. Somehow, we made it, in the nick of time as the metal gate was halfway from closing.
Hesitant to leave the car, my glum and weary-self saw the villa entrance light and stared at it, like a moth. I escaped the clutches of pandemonium, bustling sounds, and personal maelstrom, to be here. The stillness of the night felt preternatural. I can feel the presence of silence, and my senses heightening each passing moment. Every so often, the sounds from passing by cars would fade into noiselessness, creating a void. What is this? I can hear my thoughts, it's deafening.
Walked towards the entrance, reticent to Blanka, No one should know about my probable inherited and or developed auditory hallucination. Each step till the gate, I felt the coldness of the night seeping my remaining warmth of comfort. From the pictures, the villa looked like a small house with big windows, but up close, it was grandiose. Massive wooden doors with carvings done by the locals, rustic metal handlebars, standing ashtray, it was well suited for witches, wizards or a long lost king. Or this could be the scene from Hansel and Gretel. They entered the house and realized that they cannot escape...forever! Ring the calling bell twice. Third would create annoyance. *DING! DING!*
Me: Hello? Is anyone here? Blanka: They should be here. I spoke to someone on the phone. They will be here till 9:00/10: 00 PM. Me: This is how thrill movies start...
In the shadows, a ghostly figure in silence waits for its guests to calm down knowing they were nervous. The chance to escape slips by them, as the cackling laughter and stomping footsteps get louder and louder. It would be pretty cool if a two-headed person entered and greeted us in a cloud of white smoke. ‘Welcome to...blah...blah...blah, please sign here and have a wonderful stay!’ (now I sound like Dracula from Hotel Transylvania) That's enough of the imagination, no freaky or weird stuff, I hope. I need my first day to start well rested. I swear, IF anyone startles me right now, I am going to freak out! I hear the sound of wood creak, followed by footsteps...someone is coming! This is it! Don't freak out! Act normal! No such things exist at this day and age. Focus!
The gatekeeper checks us in and hands us a set of dungeon size keys to our room. He pointed to the back of the building on the first floor where our room was. Great...another giant wooden door stands in my way to bed. After jiggling the keys like a dungeon keeper, we finally entered the room. It took me a second to appreciate the wooden door with medieval wood carvings and a big keyhole to go with it.
The room was massive! A huge bathroom, a giant window, a 15-foot ceiling, and a 40-inch television on top of a giant entertainment center. As much as I wanted to admire the room, and see the handcrafted details of the wood carvings, I went straight to the bathroom and took a hot shower. After that, I lifted the giant white blanket and went to bed.
Day (0): Last stretch to the Villa
