So, to wrap up Olga's story. We did spend a very nice couple of weeks there, and I'll always have some great memories about that time. During the day, Olga would be at work, and she left me the keys to her house, so I could go out whenever I so chose. I took the time to get to know Warsaw - not only the central, more commercial part, though obviously it's steeped in history, and the old town part of the city was really great. Because the lived more on thge outskirts of the city, one time I ventured into a nearby forest, not knowing exactly what I was wading into. Well... I soon found myself lost, and not a soul went past me. It felt like I was completely allone in this vast expanse of green, and no matter how much I seemed to walk, I still saw no way out of where I was. I was texting Olga to see if she could provide me with some directions, but soon even my battery ran out. I had no other choice but to forge ahead. Soon I found what seemed to me like some abandoned railroad tracks, and I walked beside them for a while until I was finally seeing the familiar place from which I'd entered. I'd left there with sweat running profusely down my body - this would have been in May, as I recall it - and it was getting pretty hot, and tiny, buzzing insects hung heavy in the air. I had to go through clouds of them sometimes, just to push on ahead.
When I got home to Olga's, I took a well deserved shower and then just rested for a bit, while I waited for her. Suffice to say that by this point me and Olga had started getting it on. And sex with her was good, though not spectacular. Remarkably similar to Silvia at the beginning. Probably one more reason why she enticed me so. One other great memory I have, though, was when she took me down to the Vistula river, and we went to a really cool place called Cud nad Wisłą, a bar with live music. We stayed there for a few hours, and watched a gig or two, and just past sundown we went home.
A few days before I had to return home, she took me to this beautiful palace - Wilanów Palace, to be more precise, and we had such a lovely afternoon together that I could see myself one day soon moving there to be with her. I decided then and there to make her a surprise just before I left.
That last day I was there, I spent a few hours painstakingly coming up with a plan - I wanted her to got on a little treasure hunt inside her house, so I peppered her place with clues to where she might find it. That she really wasn't as enthusiastic about this whole thing should've helped me see where things were headed, but I was too blind. Eventually, though, she found my wee little presents for her : a stuffed doggie, and also my white shirt, which she rather fancied when she saw me in it.
I left her a song as well, and in that song, the words said : 'In this shirt, I can be you, to be near you, for a while'. How I hoped she wanted to be near me.
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