I realized that I had this post in drafts for months. I decided not to edit it, so when it says a month it actually means half a year ago. I hope next time it doesn't take me so long to publish!
Barely a month has passed, but it already seems so so far away. Going back to the university routine - go to class, sleep (a little), work on weekends, repeat - is never easy, but this trimester is being especially tough. Not even because of the workload, which is more or less the same, but beacause of the feeling that something is already ending but you don't really see yet what is about to come and the uncertainty is just too much.
The trip to Wroclaw was nice. We spent three days (and a half) there, were very lucky with both the apartment and the weather and walked a lot; actually, more than my friends would have liked, but travelling with me is kind of exhausting so it's nothing new. I'm usually an all or nothing when it comes to travelling: walk eight hours a day to see everything or don't go. You know: go big or go home.
We rented an aparment, since we were four and sounded like a better option, and we weren't dissapointed. Small (although in a cosy way), well decorated, with pictures of Marilyn Monroe. What else could you as for? (although the bathroom leak was an unpleasant surprise, but we will forgive them that because of the cutest kitchen ever). It was situated right in the center of the city; and when I say the center, I mean it. Like, in the main town's square, next to the city hall. The architecture in the old (and centrinc) part of the town is something between magnificent and cute. There are gothic style cathedrals - lots of cathedrals - with high and spiky towers and then cheerfully coloured houses that make you thing immediately about Hansel and Gretel and chocolate houses and fairy tales.
But my favorite part was the university's library. It's was located inside a gothic style building, with a tower and a clock. When we went inside, a woman - we suppose the librarian - came out and started the talk to us in Polish, which was the standard there. Despite the expression of absolute bewilderment on our faces, she didn't switch to English so we still don't know what she wanted. We assumed it was because of the camera - obviously, we took a photo inside anyway - or maybe it was because of the coats since the library had a cloackroom. It will remain a mystery forever.
Besides libraries that look like if they were taken out of Harry Potter, in Wroclaw you can find a huge amount of bakeries and some coffee shops. Go look for them though a little bit further from the center, where you have the typical McDonalds. We bought pretzels for a little bit more than one grozi each - like 25 cents of euro - just twenty minutes to the north, past the Ostrov Tumski. Beware neverthless! They are really really addictive, and you could find yourself living on pretzels and pastries for the rest of your journey (we almost did)
The way back wasn't as quiet as the when we travelled there. We woke up with the thickest fog I've ever seen in my life. We had to take the 7AM bus, and once we left the city center you could barely see beyond your own nose. Someone said - I don't even remeber who. Maybe it was me. Probably it was me - that what would happen if we couldn't take off because of the fog. We laughed it off. How silly, right? They land at night! Why should the fog change anything?
Obviously, we were wrong. After waiting an hour, they told us they were delaying the flight until 2PM...and moving it to another airport. Two hundred kilometers away. The air company brought three buses for all the passangers, and after another hour waiting we were on our way to Poznan. We laughed that off as well (why not?). We complained before how we couldn't see anything outside Wroclaw, and here we were: a free tour on bus through half Poland. Why could happen? The bus breaking down? (I'm sure you are starting to see a pattern by now)
The funny thing is, the bus that broke down was the one nobody expected to, since the other two (and especially the third one) had a much less reliable appearance. We had to be divided in two groups (a stupid tickets thing), so I went on one bus with a friend, and two of them on another. Guess who spent six hours on the road instead of three? Yep, our pleasure. On top of that, we had no local money because we changed everything back to euros at the airport, so when we stopped at a gas station - where they finally told us that another bus was coming to pick us up because otherwise it was too dangerous -, our lunch consisted of half a bottle of liquid iogurt for each that we could buy with our last coins.
But because it couldn't end there, when we finally got to the airport - ten minutes before the closing of the gates - I learnt that a had to stamp the damn flying permit (or whatever it is called. Something Ryanair invented and that I never had to do with any other air company) again, because the stamp I had was from Wroclaw and we were in Poznan. So I had to go back, put a stamp on the damn thing, go back, wait for my turn again....and then I got stuck. They wanted to inspect my handbag, where there was obviously nothing besides clothes and my camera. I told the airport worker I about to miss a flight, which obviously didn't bother him that much, judging by the pace at which he started to inspect the bag.
PS: What are your strangest memories from a trip?