My Journey to Poland. Day 6.

After breakfast I checked out and Zenon drove me to Warsaw to the Novotel Centrum, he gave me the name and phone number of a friend who is also a genealogist who lives in the area in case I need anything.  I thanked Zenon, told him I would get my information together for him to do research in the winter for me.

We flew from Poland to Frankfurt Germany.  From there we changed planes (again off on the tarmac) going through customs and security and a two-mile walk to catch our plane to Detroit.

Since I’ve been home, some have asked if I would ever go back to Poland?  My answer is ‘in a heartbeat’!  Hopefully one day I can.

Mary Ann Baillargeon

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