The Polish Language Has Too Many Consonants

Normally, I wouldn't say I have anything against consonants, but words like szczyt defy pronunciation.  Kelly and I have had a bit of an interesting time today trying to cobble together various Polish sentences, which I believe came out sounding a bit like "Train how much! Krakow to!  Money!"  However, armed with a phrasebook, winning smiles, and pleading looks, we've managed to travel from Luton Airport in London to Krakow, the center of "Lesser Poland".

My first impression of Krakow is that it is stunning.  It hasn't ceased to amaze me that many of the buildings we pass nonchalantly were built in the 13th- and 14th-centuries.  The architecture is gorgeous, and with monks and nuns walking across cobbled streets, it's easy to let your imagination carry you away in this atmospheric city.  The people we have met thusfar have been very kind and altogether willing to listen to our fractured Polish.  The train from Rzeszow, where our flight landed, took a lot longer than we had anticipated, so we arrived in Krakow at dusk.  In the soft light, we wandered past Rynek Glowny, the enormous medieval town square, with its stunning architecture and crowds of locals and tourists alike, and Wawel Hill, the iconic center of the old city, which is an enormous castle and cathedral, which dominate the skyline.  We are staying at Panda Hostel, located in Kazimierez (formerly the Jewish quarter), and it's been lovely so far.  The staff are polite and helpful, the rooms are clean, and it's a steal of a deal at ~$10/night.  We enjoyed a stereotypical but very delicious first meal of perogies and beer in a town square near our hostel, and mostly just reveled at having finally met up for our European adventure!