All Squared Up.

Don't let the pigeon drive the bus.

Kraków, Poland – I'm greeted by a thunder clap of pigeon wings as I step for the first time into Rynek Główny. 

A young girl giggles with glee as she chases the twitchy birds.

This evening — as with most — the continent's largest medieval square dances with activity. I'm immediately reminded I'm in Europe in a way more visceral than the obvious.

The bustling centre dates back to the 13th century and houses a church that predates it by 200 years. It's stunning in a way words don't do justice.

Today, a flash mob of students begins singing by the Adam Mickiewicz Monument. A hum rises from patrons ringing the square, tipping litres of beer as horse carriages clop past. St. Mary's Trumpet Call rings out across stone walls, sounding more than a little like taps.

In awe, I exhale, absorbing a thousand years of history.

No matter the culture, give me dumplings.

My feet glide along smooth cobblestones as I dart down alleys lined by countless restaurants and shops filled with paschke, souvenirs and other tourist trappings.

I may have just been in Reykjavik, but this feels more like 'old' Europe, with stone that has withstood centuries: squares where people have congregated, celebrated and protested since time prior to memory.

After a long day of travel, I'm here to make new memories tonight.

Visiting Kluska Na Placu, I dive in to sour mushroom soup and a beef stew with dumplings that is accompanied by a full plate of sliced dill pickles.

A cold, crisp beer closes the deal. 

Again, I exhale.

I can't help but think this is what I've been missing.