I can’t imagine anything better than the late afternoon sun on you and the sound of crickets.
It was sad to see how much had shut down, how much had been abandoned.
What was weird is that I didn’t spend that much time here I’ve spent most of my life in Canada, but these paths were so familiar and I knew I couldn’t get lost.
Regardless of what our plans were, at some point every day we make it a point to go to the lake to make sure it’s still there.
Sometimes that path would end up leading us to one of the lakes surrounding us.
On the very first day I picked a direction for the day.
Koczala marked the beginning of some lazy days. Days spent walking – a lot – running errands for my Babcia.
After many hours in the car, we finally made it to Koczala – the village my Babcia lives in.
A little latte, a little walk around the islands.
Old town Wroclaw has so much charm. The city proper also has dwarves strewn all about.
