Wash day

5 11 2009

Our Samsung washing machine is a beauty to behold, quiet as a church mouse and plays a happy tune when the wash is over.  The only problem is – it can barely fit 1 sheet set at a time.  Or 3 towels.  Or 5 T-shirts.  So the term “wash day”  in our household is a misnomer – we do washes every day!  It has become a part of our daily routine:  get up, eat a buttered rogalik, turn on the washing machine.

What is harder to get used to is…the scratchy undergarments.  Since there is no dryer (and no dryer sheets), no matter how much softening liquid I add to the washing cycle, my jeans end up standing in the corner of the closet.  By themselves.

I tried to research the “no dryer” clause in the Polish ConstitutionIMG_1514.  At first I assumed that it was the space constraint, but in my bathroom, and most others I visited here, the machine stands alone and there is plenty of room for the dryer on top of it.  And drying the wash,  spread out all over our living room, certainly takes up more room.

Then I remembered the fresh smell of line dried clothes from my summer vacations in the country, right outside of Warszawa.  Yes, it was lovely and undoubtedly the greener choice, but it is snowing and 5C outside right now!  So, it can’t be the sentimental reason.

Finally I asked my Polish friend.  “Tumble dryer?  It shortens the life of material and besides, it costs a fortune in electric bills!”

Ahhh.  Mystery solved.


Sleepless in Gdynia

31 10 2009

My young landlord told me to “bring only your toothbrush, you will find everything else you might need at the apartment”.  Not so.  We moved in late Sunday evening, pulled up the bedspread and found a naked mattress.  A very hard, uncomfortable Polish mattress for a spoiled American derriereIMG_1470 😉  Too late to do anything about it that night.  So we slept on my pashmina, with the husband’s T-shirts serving as pillowcases over some makeshift pillows.

The next morning, still a bit disoriented, I called my friend.  “Go to JYSK” she advised.  We found the store on the other side of the railroad station, a small version of our Bed Bath & Beyond.  Two hours later, we boarded a bus with all the bedding and towels we needed.  Plus we ordered a memory foam mattress topper.

This will be the longest 2 weeks of my life.

In like Flynn!

30 10 2009


view from our window – Gdynia port

We are in!

After a truly frustrating and tumultuous month of searching high (Gdynia centrum) and low (Redłowo) for a suitable apartment, we finally hit the jackpot!  For privacy reasons I will not dwell on the building’s address; suffice it to say, we are in the best location imaginable – next to the beach, the famous Kościuszki Square, the port, and the epicenter of Gdynia.

The apartment itself is a spacious (for European standard) 62m2 one bedroom,  fully equipped and totally furnished.  The young owners (Ken and Barbie look-alikes) live in Warsaw and bought this place as a vacation retreat, like most  Warszawiaków who spend their summers on the Baltic coast.  Our landlords were eager to negotiate the (very inflated initial) asking price and were visibly happy to rent it out to a “stable pair” (read: mature).

No more living in limbo.  Finally I can “nest”.