Charmed by Kraków

This post was originally written for my old travel blog Dream Explore Wander on 28 October 2013.

Sometimes when I travel, the egocentric me appears. I want other tourists to just go away and leave the place so I can enjoy the place all to myself, savouring the atmosphere and imagining how the place was like in the past. This was how I felt when I arrived in the old town of Kraków.

This year I explored a Polish city to which I haven’t been before, Kraków. The former capital city is charming with an old city you would find hard to leave, a castle full of interesting stories and a trumpet call from its basilica. It’s no wonder that I wanted to be selfish and have the place all to myself, if only I could. The place is popular with tourists in the summer, but the more I hung around in the old town, the more I loved the place and didn’t mind the crowd, in fact I started loving the visitors passing by the streets – they are like the salt and pepper in a dish.

Whenever I’m in Poland, I feel strangely at home and smugly think myself as a local though my face features says I’m certainly not Polish and the only words I know are basic hello (Cześć or Dzień dobry or Witam – the Polish has so many ways to say hello!) and thank you (Dziękuję) and several swearing words thanks to my wonderful Polish friends! Visiting Poland, I know for sure that I will leave the place with a wide grin and a warm feeling at heart.Read More »

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A (Polish) Wedding to Remember

This post was originally written for my old travel blog Dream Explore Wander on 14 March 2013.

Back in September, I went to Poland for the first time. I also went to a Polish wedding party, for the first time too. I have written about it before, but as I read my previous post about it, I feel like I didn’t do the great event any justice. I didn’t write enough about its atmosphere, its bursting energy, my mixed emotions – I feel like I just have to re-write the experience in a more personal and deeper meaning. I also think that the event in itself deserves one full post concentrating on that happy moment.

So here I am, rewriting my experience because it was not only a trip, it was a cultural gathering, celebrating the love of two people in a country where I didn’t speak the language and barely know the culture – and somehow I was invited to be a part of it all. Words just cannot describe how happy I was to be a part of that wedding celebration. 50 years from now when I’m grey and old and sitting in a rocking chair, I would like to open my blog and re-read this story because it has given me the chance to explore a culture in a way only a few people could experience. I would like to reminisce about how extremely happy everyone was at the party and the couple gleaming with love. I would like to remember all that and smile about it.

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