Vincent Vega was right–the metric system in Europe even affects McDonalds. Tonight we decided to cure homesickness and hunger at once and visit the Golden Arches. There it was on the menu before me: the McRoyal. Euros, not knowing what a “Quarter Pounder” is any more than they know what the word “football” means, have decided to call it the McRoyal.

And after a week of pirogis, kebabs, and stuff that I can’t even pronounce, I have to say it was GOOD. After a little prodding, they even managed to put 4 or 5 tiny ice cubes in my drink (although they acted as if this was the craziest thing they had ever heard of).

I have some more pictures to upload, but not the energy to do so, so you’ll have to wait until the weekend. We may try to visit Auchwitz, the Wawel, or the Salt Mines this weekend. If so, the pictures will be legion.