Eurotrip, day 6

So I thought that staying one more night in this hostel would mean sleeping one more night in the same bed. Wrong. We had to move to a new room... Anyway, we saw the Jewish quarter, with its synagogues and its flea market and its crowds of Jewish American tourists who all sound like Woody Allen or Jerry Seinfeld, then we visited the Wawel castle, the Cathedral and wandered around, getting a few souvenirs for the family. Fred and I, after my kebab poisoning, returned early to prepare to trip the next day, while the others went out clubbing. They were kind enough to wake us up. Just like in Reznas, but this time they had a key or the room...