Christmas in Poland is one of the beautiful things, connected with marrying a Polish girl. I am from Germany, to be more correct East Germany, where Christmas was totally demystified. An angel was called end of year character with wings and Christmas Jahresendfest – end of year celebration. Whooohooo. Do you feel the marxist romanticism? Read More
Kitsch and crowd? Oldschool charm? After many many years I simply had to come back to Zakopane, the heart of Polish highest Tatra mountains. To see how much of my childhood memories are still there, to show it to Tom and the girls. So… yes, some memories are alive.
Should it be less objective, more private and non-journalistic? About German girls, who shave their legs less often than Polish and about the German boys, who – somehow – don’t have to prove anything, like Polish do? Ok, why not one blog post like this?
The first thing was… spring! Sun started to shine during our slide-show on International Tourism Show and didn’t stop for all the weekend. The second surprise was the girls on the streets: very different that in Warsaw or Berlin. But the coolest surprise from all were… dwarfs.
Travel trade fairs, festivals, meetings with travellers – for us are an absolutely great opportunity to 1. move our asses outside of Berlin (every excuse is good!) and to 2. visit new places! Yes, shame of us that we have visited tiny villages of Guatemala and have never been before to Wrocław…
Very very sad end of our beautiful trip. We won’t get to Panama. We are back in Europe.