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We made our way from the train station to our hotel—an manageable walk through the ancient town. I’m the type of traveler that might splurge on a nicer hotel but I’m still going to walk everywhere or take public transportation to get around.
The hotel was self-described as a boutique design hotel, but as soon as we walked up to the property entrance, we were a little surprised. A large Christian cross was outside, standing about feet tall by the hotel entrance.
This was in Poland, so that wasn’t totally out of the ordinary, but in my mind, I immediately thought: okay, here we move. I wasn’t necessarily nervous, but I figured I should be a petite more mindful than usual. My boyfriend and I had booked a room with a single bed—we’d been careful to construct sure we’d booked it because, well, we wanted to sleep together.
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