Flea markets really don’t exist in Utah.  We have a plethora of enormous thrift stores {my favorites are Deseret Industries and Savers}, and we have crappy yard sales aplenty, but no flea markets.  So when we got to Warsaw and I read about this enormous flea market every Saturday and Sunday on the outskirts of the city, I was determined to go.

Viktor really hates stuff like this, so it took some, uh, convincing.  We even delayed our trip to Krakow by a day so I could go check out the goods.

On a sleepy Sunday we took the tram to a really sketchy area of Warsaw {the East side, which looked like the projects in N.Y.C.} and all of a sudden, there it was.  Striped tents, Gypsies, and accordion playing Russians.

Viktor was astonished.

And 2.2 seconds in, we realized we should all stop speaking English immediately.  In all honesty, the only time Viktor spoke English was inside our apartment, and even then very grudgingly.  But between the Gypsies, the Russians, and the accordion playing Polskies, we figured it would be best for all English-speaking members of our family to close their mouths.  *Ahem*.… >> find out more…

Allison

I'm Allison, founder and editor of Petit Elefant. I run the gamut from granola to glamour and love everything in between. I think the beach is always a good idea, as is Diet Dr. Pepper; on ice. Sometimes I put out the fires and sometimes I start them. Sometimes I really do have it all together. Sometimes my children say otherwise. We just like to keep it real around here.

I’m still going to tell you all about the Jennifer Garner event in L.A. from a few weeks back, but first, I have a story to tell.  *SIGH*

After the event we went back to the hotel {The W in Hollywood} to grab a bite of dinner in the hotel restaurant with my friend Jyl Pattee and and her family.  It was a pretty swanky, expensive place filled to bursting with Hollywood types; socialites, movie producers, Hollywood housewives.

We were eating along, just having normal food and fun conversation when Jyl suggested we try the oysters.  I mean, we were in California, right by the ocean, so it’s not like they could be that bad right?

Preocious was game, naturally.  She’ll eat anything once.  I decided if my 11-year-old could eat oysters without complaining, they couldn’t be so bad.

Right?  Riiiiiiight?

Precocious slurped hers down, said they weren’t too bad and that I needed to cowboy up and try one.

Deer in headlights?  Yep.

I had to psych myself up.  “You can do it!  You’ve had PICC lines, and three knee surgeries, and delivered two babies, you can do it!”

It was when Jyl told me … >> find out more…

Allison

I'm Allison, founder and editor of Petit Elefant. I run the gamut from granola to glamour and love everything in between. I think the beach is always a good idea, as is Diet Dr. Pepper; on ice. Sometimes I put out the fires and sometimes I start them. Sometimes I really do have it all together. Sometimes my children say otherwise. We just like to keep it real around here.