climb up to the tree top. watch it all just drift away.

My last week in Spain. I keep thinking about Poland all the time. Obsessively. Overenthusiastically. 

I'm in the middle of the motorway to Islantilla and I'm thinking about Polish crappy roads.

I'm on the beach and I'm thinking about the smell of the fish in Sopot.

I'm in the beach bar and I'm thinking about the food you get to eat in all those looking-like-80's, small-price bars in the little villages next to any lake.

Cause I miss Poland.

Yep. That came to this. I miss Poland like I have never missed it before. That's the first time in my whole adult life, whole so-called-travelling-life, that I actually want to come back. 

My grandma's pierogi. Pickles aka ogórki konserwowe. Lech. Żywiec. Cortes. Prince-Polo. Bicycle. Rain.

And I kinda miss living in the city. 

Pubs. Bars. Streets. Parks. People. Cinema. Life. 

Even coming back to Wroclaw doesn't seem to be such a bad thing this time. 

Przedwojenna. Czeski. Slodowa. Ostrow Tumski. Odra. Street musicians. Good people. K's flat, M's garden. Di's sweetest smile. And so many more.

On the other hand everything here seems to be just drifting away. I cannot even remember my first days here. I cannot remember how it was not to understand something. To feel weird here. But in a way, I want it to be this way. I want to come back home and live a different life again, far away from Spain. I like it here, sometimes even love it here, but it's not 'my place'.

So I was thinking of all those moments when I really enjoyed being in Spain and my first choice was Seville. I-love-Seville. Seville is what I wanted Spain to be, in my head, before I ever came. Narrow streets, people, bars, hot nights and feverish mornings...

I went to Seville to meet my friend, Rafa. We used to hang out a lot when I was on Erasmus and in this way we became really close friends. The funniest part is that Rafa, all Erasmus long, used to keep telling me how Seville's the first city I should see in Spain, but I was never particularly into that idea. I was thinking more of Barcelona or Valencia, just to finally end up in Seville. Karma's sense of humour.





One of my favourite places, the so-called Mushroom is Seville's most famous observation deck. It's made almost entirely from wood and it was announced the world's biggest wooden structure. The level ground is kind of the Acquarium with some kind of the Roman ruins that keep the company to the fish (or whatever this Acquarium contains). Frankly, I've seen the countless number of Acquariums in my life, so seeing just one more wasn't even tempting. Not to mention 'the Roman ruins' (Yes, I'd lived in Italy. No, thanks). But the view from the top is absolutely amazing and really breath taking so having a drink over there was just a must-do.









I was standing there for a really long time. The flow of thoughts. Overanalysis. Flashbacks. Something I do a lot. Too much, maybe.

now let us drink the stars.

I've just bought the last flight home.
The-last-flight-home.
Buying flights and coming back home always makes me think.
About the people I met.
About the stuff I learnt.
About the things I saw.
I will never regret any trip, for sure not this one, but three months is definitely too much in a place like this and for the first time in my life I'm thinking of Poland. 

I feel like coming back home.

This time it's just more complicated than ever, cause there's still a long way ahead of me.
Mazagon. Huelva. Lisbon. Porto. Madrid. Poznan. Wroclaw.
7 stops in less than two weeks. What I feel is a mix of the excitement and the fear that something may go wrong. But this is what I love the most about travelling: being totally on your own, totally independent, free. And ever since the atmosphere here changed from fantastic into unbearable I've actually started counting down the days. 

So I'm seeing one of my best Erasmus friends in Lisbon. From there we're roadtrippin' to Porto. I'm catching a flight to Madrid, where I hope to see another friend of mine and then, finally, catch one last flight to Poznan.

I cannot wait to see J's smiling face. To see the stars over the Porto. To feel the pressure in my ears right after the starting. To have that paella with Luci, we've been planning like for ages. I cannot wait to see the first rain, back home.

it's cold as you fade into the sun.

I already want to get away from here. The atmosphere is unbearable. My job's killing me. My head is full of stuff from the past... In life there are always decisions you get to regret years later. So sometimes I just go to the beach in the evening to think, to relax and to cut off from everything else. It's nice to live ten mins away from the seaside. That's something I'm definitely gonna miss about this place.

 When Asia came we went to the beach and spent all afternoon just talking about life, watching the kids playing and the people fishing.

non è che non ci sia, ma è come fosse andata via.

There are only two places where I'd like to be just right now. And being here, where I am, is killing me.

N° 1.








N° 2.
 

under the bridge.

I don't have much of the free time recently. I don't have it at all. Two more girls came here and we've been incredibly busy ever since. I kinda started having so called social life. I also lost two more rolls so my motivation to post anything dropped to zero. Luckily enough those rolls weren't full of pictures of my friends, my favourite places and memories, like in case of the one from Turin that I also lost. So it's not such a tragedy, but still I'm quite disappointed. Maybe it's just that karma was a bit bitchy again.

Anyhow, I am still discovering new stuff in Spain, stuff I like and stuff I am definitely gonna miss some day. Some places in Huelva are among that stuff. I could never live in a small city for more than one year, but Huelva is magical in some way and I can actually imagine myself being happy over there.

There are two places close to the river Tinto that I particularly like.

El Muelle del Tinto is some kind of a pier on the Tinto River, that back in time was used as a dock. Nowadays it is more like a nice place for a walk, a long chat with a friend or a good viewpoint. There are also a lot of people finishing there.



El Muelle used to be a lot longer. It was shortened when the city authorities decided that there should be the road right next to the river, however the remaining part has never been removed.





The view from El Muelle is amazing. I don't think a picture can actually express it.



I'm reading that post over and over again, before publishing it and I have a feeling that it is barely acceptable. That's just my complete lack of vein. And for God's sake, what happened to my English?! Well, maybe the picture of my friend Antonio will save the day.


Antonio has the most kind eyes I have ever seen in my life.