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Krakow is one of the oldest cities in Poland, and as in all old cities, Krakow legends abound!<br><br>I love the legend that Krakow was built on the cave of a dragon, Smok Wawelski or the Dragon of Wawel Hill. There are many versions, but simply put, the dragon was supposedly slain by a boy who became King Krak, the city's legendary founder.<br><br>None of the old King's Knights could get the dragon, but this boy, a cobbler's apprentice named Krak, stuffed a lamb with sulphur and hot spices... the dragon ate it, became thirsty, and drank so much water from the Vistula River that he exploded.... You've got to get a giggle out of that.... exploding dragons!<br><br>There is a metal sculpture of a dragon outside of a cave called the Dragon's Den at the foot of Wawel Hill. This dragon actually breaths fire when someone texts him on their mobile phone... much to the delight of tourists. The cave was a tavern in medieval times, but now it's just a cave. You can tour it if you want, but you'll have to use your imagination for dragons on the inside.<br><br>On the top of Wawel Hill is where you'll find the Castle and Cathedral of the same name. The hill towers over a bend in the Vistula River on one side (convenient for the dragon to drink from), and the city on the other. The Wawel Cathedral also features a statue of the dragon, and you'll see little green dragons at all of the souvenir stands.<br><br>You'll spend a lot of time in the main market square. It was the biggest square in medieval Europe, and it seems to be where everyone hangs out today. The square is filled with flower stalls and outdoor cafes. It's surrounded by beautiful buildings that house antique stores, boutiques and restaurants. St. Mary's Church overlooks the main square.... and here we find another of the Krakow legends....<br><br>There are two towers on St Mary's Church. The lower one is actually the church tower.... the taller one is the city watchtower. From this higher tower, you'll hear a bugle played on the hour. The story goes that during a Tartar invasion, a watchman in the tower saw the enemy approaching and sounded the alarm. Before he could finish the tune, an arrow pierced his throat. It was decreed that a bugle call, the "hejnal", should be played each day in memory of the old watchman hero.<br><br>The bugle call you hear today is played by real buglers, and the tune they play is unfinished. (These buglers are firemen, and they are proud of their role. They serve as fire lookouts, but also serve as musicians.) The hejnal of Krakow is a Krakow legend that has continued almost without interruption for seven hundred years.<br><br>There are also Krakow legends about a sorcerer named Lajkonik, a Polish Robinhood named Janosik, and one about enchanted knights turned to pigeons. Those are too long for the telling here, but when you're in Krakow, wander by and see the fire breathing Smok statue, maybe play tourist and explore the Dragon's Den cave under Wawel Hill. Stop in one of Krakow's sidewalk cafes, listen for the hejnal, and enjoy those Krakow legends.<br><br>If you have any queries concerning where and also how to work with jewel star, you'll be able to e-mail us at the web site.
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Many years ago in this region lived a most prosperous tribe of Indians. They had grown so numerous that none dare attack them. They owned "a Boca do Rio Amazona" or the mouth of the river. Because this is a tropical rain forest near the equator the thought of drought in such a bio-diverse and water rich region seems preposterous. Jewel Star 2018 However, as we well know, weather cycles exist and although we see them turn more rapidly in these our days it was a rare and completely unexpected occasion for this tribe of Amazon River basin Indians to experience a drought.

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The great hunter of the tribe named Chief Itaki worried much over the worsening conditions. His tribe had grown so large and he was unable to feed them all. They were slowly starving to death. Ultimately he came to a very difficult decision. He gathered his tribe together and announced that from that day on any child born would be sacrificed to prevent the tribe from growing any larger. Shortly after Chief Itaki pronounced his decree his own daughter discovered she was pregnant. Her name was Iaca. She was very beautiful with dark piercing eyes and was the chiefs' only daughter. He adored her and showered her with the most beautiful gifts of the jungle from the rare blue feathers of the blue macaw to the skin of an onca or black leopard. She truly was a princess of the Amazon. The day finally came when Iaca gave birth to her own beautiful daughter. It was a day of joy and a day of terrible sadness. She wanted to hide the baby and send her down river or runaway to the depths of the jungle. But sadly she was unable to protect her baby, Chief Itaki's only granddaughter from the cruel and harsh decree.

The sweet baby was sacrificed. Iaca was inconsolable and distraught as she cried for three straight days and nights. She remained in her hut praying to Tupa the jungle God that she might show her father another way to help her people and save the tribe without sacrificing any more babies. Then one night as she prayed broken heartedly in her tent she heard the cry of a baby. As she came to the door of her hut she thought she saw her baby smiling, sitting at the base of a great palm bathed in the radiant light of the full moon. At first she was startled by this vision, then without hesitation she darted out into the moonlit night to hold her baby whom she had so dearly loved and missed. She felt her as she held her in her arms and pulled her in tight. Iaca cuddled her tenderly then mysteriously her baby disappeared. Iaca was crushed as she cried mourning for the loss of her baby once again, only this time was too much and Iaca succumbed to a broken heart.

The next day Chief Itaki found her lifeless body, her arms wrapped around the trunk of a palm tree, her face was peaceful with a smile and her eyes were open and strangely fixed upon the upper branches of the palm. The great chief wept. Then Chief Itaki through the tears in his eyes followed the gaze of his daughters' eyes up into the upper reaches of the palm tree. There to his surprise he saw thin finger like branches covered in dark purple and black berries. He immediately ordered that the fruits be brought down from the top of the tree. They pulled the black pearls of fruit from each fingerling of a branch and mashed the berries into a deep rich purple porridge. They found the berry porridge to be palatable and sustaining. It dampened the pangs of hunger that had haunted the tribes' people. More berries were found and the tribe was saved from malnourishment and death.

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