Which is probably why when I showed up to meet Christophe's family in Poland, they told us that they had a surprise for us. They told us to show up the next day and wear "clothes for sport."
This already didn't sound like a good surprise.
But when you're a foreign country tag-along and you are flexing your be-a-good-sport muscle, you show up the next day with "clothes for sport" and pray to God that they aren't taking you to paintball.
Here's how it goes. There are two teams and you all try to shoot each other with paintballs that hurt like hell. Imagine being hit with a marble that is hurled at you with an air gun.
The family is very friendly and gentle... off the field... but once they get out there, it's war. Mr. Gentle Christophe was the last to come in from the playing field and was happy to show off his paint blotched "gun shots."
|007 in his element.|
|If I had to defend the country, we'd all be screwed.|
So I can understand Polish as well as a dog:
|Far Side cartoon by Gary Larson. So good.|
|Boys with toys.|
|Mother's kisses work wonders.|
Later at the hotel, Christophe pranced in front of the mirror in his undies admiring his welts while I scrounged through my bag looking for Advil for mine.
|I'm smiling here because we are done.|