Sadly, this is the last report from my trip to Dobrzyn, as I take the afternoon train to Warsaw. We leave in 15 minutes for the station.
A typical day begins with me exiting my room at about 7:30 a.m. By that time, Andrzej and Malgorzata have already risen, showered, eaten breakfast, and are hard at work on Listy (“Letters from our Orchard,” their rationalist website). They have adjoining desks, and are at it, save for food breaks and walkies, until about 11 p.m. You can see Cyrus the d*g sleeping at lower right:
Hili was out all night again, and didn’t come back yesterday until after breakfast. As always, she announces her presence by jumping on the windowsill and meowing. But she won’t come in on her own–someone has to go get her. This task fell to me:
After breakfast, a nap was in order for all carnivores:
For dinner Malgorzata made a special dish that she calls “famine dish,” as a version of it–made only with potatoes and onions–was staple peasant food in Sweden in times of famine. Malgorzata gussies up her dish (potatis gratäng) with cheese, ham, cream, and spices. It was served with homemade Polish pickles (krasne orgórki) and, of course, cold beer:
A dissection to show the layers:
Walkies after dinner, and a pleasant time in the garden. Gosia invited another mother and her daughter over to be playmates for Hania, and everybody was hanging out in the yard, including the quadrupeds:
Andrzej, who loves children, had a chat with Hania, who is two:
while Hili hung out under the tree:
Finally, to commemorate my impending departure, we made a big bonfire in the front yard (it was cool), had a few beers, and chatted as the half moon rose:
And so a sad farewell to Dobrzyn and my friends, both human and carnivore. I will miss it and them, and the Albatross is waiting. . .