The last rubber stamps in Poland…

Since we were in Poland anyway, we could finally wrap up a few things—like closing the bank account, canceling SIM cards, that kind of stuff.

It doesn’t sound very exciting… but honestly, it (usually) is.

But we did it—and with the liberating sound of stamps (because let’s be real, nothing happens here without a stamp), we knew: that was it. The end of PL, the end of a chapter. The last stamps are in, and we can finally breathe again.

And still… we kind of miss that sound of stamps too—it’s strange, but it’s part of the culture. And honestly, PL really is a wonderful country…

Or… did we maybe forget one last stamp somewhere, and will “not-so-friendly mail” from PL show up in the future after all? That tension… yeah, that’s one part we definitely won’t miss.