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.
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.
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.
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