I’ve never spent Christmas abroad. I’ve never even thought of it. I’m the last to be called traditional but for some mysterious reasons I’ve always felt like coming back for holidays. I don’t know why.
The last time I felt really Christmassy was when I was five years old. I don’t really enjoy long days of eating and doing the dishes. I’m not a fan of purchasing and receiving tons of stuff. It seems that a getaway would be my thing. Yet it has never even crossed my mind. The only place where Christmas could happen was Poland.
This year is no different. I took a bus to Georgia to board a plane to Poland last weekend and here I am. I’ve already eaten all the herrings, pierogis, cabbage and gingerbread men. I’ve seen all the family and some friends. I’ve read a paper book in Polish. I’ve done it all. Now I can say, I’m in Warsaw, you guys.
There is a funny thing about living in Warsaw. You almost never go to the Old Town to hang around with your friends. There is nothing there that could attract a young local, no place where a young local would fit in. I only went there regularly when I worked in the area. I attended a lot of events in a cultural centre situated just at the edge of the Old Town Square. I went there gazillion times but I never taken my time to walk around.
A stroll around the Warsaw Old Town? Is this even a thing?
Yesterday it got real.
Yesterday it felt like a fairy tale. I might not be very Christmassy but Warsaw and her fairy lights are making up for my grumpiness.
I’ve never written a post on Warsaw on this blog because I simply didn’t know where to start.
Let’s start from the day when everything was illuminated. The last day of Christmas and the day of the first real snow this year.