Time flies. Last winter I made a wonderful journey through Poland. By now it’s almost summer, and I have turned 27 years young (hooray!) today, I have made 12 trips, I will leave for weg stunning Zakynthos tonight and are we almost halfway through 2015. Where do the days go? Hence, it is time for one of the last stories about the journey through Poland. Here I’ve told you about Gdansk and here I’ve told you about our train journey towards Warschaw, and I end my stories in Krakow, where I celebrate new year with my love and champagne. But in between… I spent hours in a train that took me through snowy mountains on my way to the stunning town Zakopane. My favorite part of our journey.
We made a beautiful inspiring travel video about this journey, which I will just show you once more to end this series. Because the movie is worth it. And because this also shows why this part is my favorite part of Poland. From the moment I enter the train to travel towards Zakopane I feel this will be a special journey. The train slowly leaves Warschaw and immediately it starts snowing again. And severely, yes. The doors and the joints between the train are even frozen on the inside, but at the driving bar it’s warm and I can see foxes tumbling in the snow, infinite white forests and curly gray plumes of smoke rising from stone cottages. What. A. Journey. This ride is truly even more enchanting than the previous one. Once again, I sit with my nose pressed against the window during the entire trip, enchanted by all the things I looked at.
Zakopane is a tiny city in the Tatra mountains and as soon as I depart the train and wander around, looking for a place to stay overnight, I feel like I have travelled thousands years back in time. Robust men with fur hats are roasting sausages outside, a sled with beautiful horses passes by, an old woman stokes a fire and all the wooden houses I see each have their own name. I see white tops glisten in the sun. It’s cold. Ice cold. I always leave for exotic destinations, but yet I do enjoy this experience more than I had assumed I would. My nose is freezing off, but I can breath here. The air seems fresher, more dense and the atmosphere is fantastic. And the light… I can’t describe it. We find a wooden house behind a mountain of snow, where we can stay for the night and we drink warm wine by the fire. For days we drag ourselves through meters of snow, we slither down the road and we take the cable car to the top of the white mountains. The view is phenomenal. We don’t want to leave. In vain we look for a place to sleep for new years eve, but everything seems to be fully booked already. A little sad we travel back to Krakow. Bye mountains, bye snow. Zakopane should be very beautiful in the summer as well, with her green forests, mountains, bears and ice cold lakes. I have fallen a little in love, so once I will return. Pictures say enough, so let yourself be enchanted by these wintry images while it, slowly on, becomes summer outside.