The Beginning of the End

"the loss of monesplye will dampen krakow forever"-the polish times

"take our first born, but do not taketh monesplye"-the gypsy inquirer

"economy in ruins after departure of monesplye"- the polak journal

"monument to be made in market square to remember monesplye"- the weekend pole

"gypsys caught feasting on human flesh in abandoned home"-poland post


as monesplye awoke on the first cloudless morning in recent history, he was greated with church bells and stacks of various publications giving their respect to the departing duo. we know we were really cool, but famous? wow. for those of you who have journeyed with us on our blog through our ups and downs in krakow, you should understand that we are ready to get the fuck up out of this bitch. a journey lies ahead of us, and we are ready to take europe head on. krakow definitely left its mark on me and i will always remember it as my first european experience. i will also remember it for rain, gypsys and the lack of males wearing flip flops.

we said goodbye to our polish guide woman this afternoon and it was painful to say the least. with her were two other girls on a similar program as monesplye and they were pissing me off. this one girl, some teva wearing hippie from chi town was just blabbering on about uninteresting stuff and sipping some trendy hot chocolate as if she owned the freakin world. she noticed that monesplye wasnt into the conversation and was giving us silent and audible attitude. as we tried to be polite about leaving, she barked out of nowhere and said "TRYING TO GO?" or something in hippie jargon. i felt the urge to take her hot cocoa and throw it in her face but i resisted, i have learned the zen ways of poland. when we hugged and kissed out coordinator kasia goodbye, it finally hit us that we were leaving. taking the tram one last time, monesplye soaked in the memories while a barely coherent fat polak stood awfully too close to ben.

a few nights ago, when we went to one of our favorite spots, cien club, i spotted this girl dancing who had to have been on some sort of date rape drug. she was flailing around, but loving life nonetheless. i then saw a dude that she was with who looked as if he had just been head butt by a mountain ram. the look on his face meant one or two things. one, he was rolling on ecstasy and had no fucking idea what was going on. or two, he was a zombie licking his lips and dreaming about eating human flesh. im going to put my imagination aside and go with number one. the blacked out girl then came up to me, i dont know why, and hollered at me that this guy was just her friend. "i swear hes just my friend. JUST MY FRIEND" jesus lady your scaring us. i was afraid if i got too close she was going to try and grind with me and i was not feeling a loopy dance with this bizarrely drugged broad. so i was pretty distant and she eventually left, teetering her way back to her night of the living dead partner and stood around for a while and left. about 30 minutes later we left the club and i saw them sitting in a gutter crying or something.

this is the last post from poland. i believe the next you will hear from us will be from florence, italia. i cant think of much else to write because these 3 weeks in poland have numbed my brain. but i am confident that our travels ahead of us and the addition of senjor tom will bring life to me once again. see ya later.

-spenceblye