Instead of taking a morning train to Warsaw we stayed in Bielsko for New Year‘s, hiked Beskidy mountains during the day and had champagne 20 minutes to midnight because we just couldn’t wait. We took a short walk outside and watched fireworks sparkle in the valley below, some shooting right past our heads. Sebastian’s Grandma, bravely holding her daughter’s arm the entire time, announced she‘d seen enough when one of them exploded in the sky above her. Then it dawned on us that history and sounds of war were still alive somewhere underneath her skin.
Surrounding mountains in the morning, dressed in a pink fog stitched by sunrise. We could wake up to this everyday and feel perfectly content.
Hiking Szyndzielnia.
Super fotka z domkami. Wow, naprawde romantyczny klimat. Tak sobie to wyobrazalem z waszych opisow.
ReplyDeleteistna cud kraina...nic tylko palic w kominku i tulic lapki do grzanca....przy rytmach Krowki ;)
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