La migra! Polish style…
So at the last minute(literally 15 hours or so before) we got an opportunity to go on one of the church temple trips to freiburg, Germany. One of the beautiful things about being an American in Europe is that as long as you don’t stay in one country longer than 90 days- you don’t need a visa! The only exception to this that I have found so far is Russia- as I think it posses them off that Americans get to go anywhere so they make you pay a couple hundred dollars even just for a tourist visa and it only lasts 3 weeks. Someone is still a little upset…
Anyways, back on point. We decided to go to Germany with the temple group and may actually decide to stay a week or so longer to see Germany- who knows? I think that if some KGB-like agency was trying to track us, their best bet would be this blog, because we are loving having the feedom to change plans quickly.
Right now I am sitting in a bus at the polish border waiting for them to check our passports and allow us to drive through Poland. I am hoping I will get to stop and have a hot-dog but I doubt that will happen. Anyone know any good polish jokes I can tell the border officers?
A Guy walks into a bar, sits downs and starts to make conversation with guy at next table. “Want to hear the world’s worst Polish Joke?” The other guy says “Sure, but before you tell it, let me tell you something. See those two bikers over there by the door, those tow real mean-looking dudes? They’re Polish. And those two bouncers by the bar? They’re Polish too! The Bartender is also Polish! And one more thing pal, I’m Polish too… Now, do you still want to tell that joke of yours?” “Hell no!”, replies the first guy, “I don’t want to have to explain it six times!”