Don't be such a Szczyrk!

Easter weekend was approaching and we thought we'd have one last chance to ski for the year (last and only time was Austria over xmas for me and Jill!). Poland had been dumped on in March-but it also got damn hot fast, too. We set our sights on the Polish mountains and skipped Zakopane because that's where everyone would be and I hear the lifts are incredibly slow. Everyone wanted to relax, too, as life'd been hectic and heading to a small town sounded like the right ticket for us-so after 2 trains and 2 buses we finally made it to 'sh-CH-r-k' (kind of with a rolling 'r' sound in the middle). I get it right about once every 2o tries. Ugh!