"We can't help the weather", is the conclusion that one makes on a trip of this sort. We are outside everyday which leaves us at the mercy of the Gods when it comes to drizzle and what not. A few days hence while we were enjoying the landscape and citizens of Poland, we found ourselves in a pickle. We'd been attempting to get a ride for the past four hours but the flow of cars was meager at most. Our boredom even drove us to playing apple baseball and exercising our skills of left-handed-two-apple juggling. As the day and our nerves became late and raw, we noticed a darkening sky. Not 30 seconds after the initial gigantic drop fell we were being pumeled with peanut m+m sized water bullets. Surprisingly our screams didn't rouse the locals to action as we scrambled to the nearest shelter which happened to be a tiny, dirty, bridge covering a little stream. As the hours wore on so the stream became a swollen little river. First, we had to move our stuff, then our feet, then stand up, and finally press ourselves against the wall. At this moment we noticed that many of our little gastropod friends were in more dire straights then we. Snails were everywhere at the water edge trying to get away from the rising waters. We decided that it was our duty to save approx: 83 snails. Within 20 minutes of this fateful act we recieved the ride that we had been dreaming of. Glory glory hallelujah
