I think blogging is like travelling through life: a cloudburst, a gale, mud, warm wind, coolness, logs underfoot, surprises around the corner, bagels for breakfast, coffee, lots of coffee.
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My personal symbol of Wroclaw
There is one place in Wroclaw, Poland, where I always drop in, even if I come to the city for only two days. Kawalerka Cafe has become my personal symbol of Wroclaw.
It is a tiny place located on Benedytkt Polak street opposite the blocks from postmodern architecture or cosmic blocks as I usually call them, nearby the Grunwald Bridge.
The coffee shop is decorated in 60s and 90s style. Not so long ago you could choose a music from tape records and play it on.
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On the way through Connemara
The first day of Christmas is gray. I pour coffee into a orange, travel cup and tea into a thermos, wrap four pieces of poppy seed cake. We go to Connemara. Can’t imagine to visit her on Christmas, actually I can’t already imagine to live without her.
Beige hills, raw rocks, wet khaki colorued grasses and white-blue sheep awake me to the authenticity.
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Keep calm and have Christmas card
When I make Christmas cards I become a child again.
I see how is snowing at night from my childhood and can hear the creak of wooden floor from the living room. Christmas tree is situated on a sideboard, which my grandfather found after the second war on the Warsaw’s street.
Moment shines, the street is white at night and I am waiting with the nose stuck to the window.
I cut images from the paper, the same, which I have in my memory. Then attach ribbons, buttons, and I wear elks in a crochet scarfs.
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Make love no waste
I meet Aurélie Vargas in one of the Galway cafes. We sit at the table and she gave me the fabric flower sac where I find: oval face soap, teddy bear shampoo and square body soap with stamped inscription: 100% hand made.
All of them made from natural ingredients, look beautiful in simple colours. I couldn’t imagine before how shampoo can be solid without plastic bottle.
I put them on the table next to our coffees, and Aurélie takes me into the world of her natural cosmetics. She explores it from four years, and she has been making them by herself two years already.
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No more favourite coffee
I left to miss you,
I left because when I was close I could not see what I had
– sings Bebe, a Spanish singer, in the next cloudy day in Galway. I watch a videoclip, where she climbs on the sunny Sierra Morena mountains, dragging a tiny box with a few things behind it.
And I listen to the Lack around me.
Lack of sun, Lack of orange huge sofa, Lack of perfect job, lack of space for shoes, lack of coffee from 37 West, lack of Wroclaw, lack of ticket to Lisbon, lack of meeting with a friend (…)
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Don’t give up
A movie, which I have seen at the cinema during the Junior Film Fleadh literally called to me:
Don’t give up on your way of thinking, what you believe and who you are. Although it may sounds sweetly naive, but this is what we seem to forget when we grow up.
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Ahoy river!
I live near the river Corrib in Galway. She goes out from the lake about the same name like her.
I like to observe how she flows. Sometimes I peek at her from the bridge, when I go to the city. Another day I come closer and then can see what is at her edge. I love to sit on a bench in the front of her or in the grass and just meditate or drink coffee. Sometimes I even carry dinner from home to eat with her.
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What lifts you?
I found this question on the wall on the one of main square in Galway when I was sitting in the bus. I took the photo and after month, suddenly, this pictures makes me wonder: what lifts me in my life, in ordinary days?
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Kitchen towels can smile to you
Life consists many charming details, even kitchen towels can make us smile and inspire us to do something.
In Moycullen, a village, around 15 minutes by car from the blue door of our house in Galway, there is a great coffee shop. I find there the best tarts in the a world – white chocolate with juicy raspberries, and I am delighted to look at the magic assortment of the little store, which is a part of this Cafe. I discover sunny mugs with inscriptions, grandma’s cups, teapot hats, greeting cards, marmalade jars and jungle aprons.
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