My first visit to Poland could not have started any better. I’m writing from a cafe in the historic Eastern Polish city of Lublin, after a traditional Polish breakfast at a quaint restaurant in the Old Town. Last week, I arrived in Krakow, ahead of seven busy weeks on the road.  I was filled with self-doubt about my means to afford this trip, exhausted, with urges to settle somewhere quiet, even for a little while, with much work to focus on. Once in motion, I relax into it all; traveling is second nature to me. I enjoy the challenges and experiences one encounters through movement, rapid...