Salt licking good
In a few minutes I start my long journey back home. I catch a flight to Frankfort and then a connection to Chicago. I didn't get much sleep last night because my cell phone rang. It was my mom, but she didn't stay on the line or lost
the connection because it only rang once. Attempts to return the call from my cell phone failed.
At the Wieliczka Salt Mines, I made a new friend. Along with our guide Stefan, we also had an employee of the mine who was there to make sure we moved along in a quick and orderly fashion. I can see why it was necessary with a large group and other groups wanting to get their time in. But it got old quickly as people were trying to take photos and the Mine Nazi was saying "Move along please." He didn't seem to appreciate it when I responded "oh, I'm sorry. I don't understand Polish."
