Wanderlust: Poland Heritage Tour, Part I

Some places exist only as legends. Siemuszowa, Poland, was one of those places for me until just yesterday, when my father and I arrived by Passat, along with our cousins Vladek and Volodya, to the wooden church built in the 1840s that oversaw the marriages, baptisms, and funerals of generations of my paternal grandfather's family at least back through my great-great-great grandparents. I'm still processing this beautiful place and my impressions of it, so in the meantime, I'll let some images do the talking: