In a weird turn of events - last week I flew off to Poland. That in itself isn't that weird, but it becomes considerably more weird when you find out that I was going with my girlfriend and a couple she knew that I had literally never met, seen or spoken to before. Cue nerves on a Thursday night as two absolute strangers came striding towards us at Liverpool airport - but I honestly needn't have worried, because what followed turned out to be some of the best five days of my life.
Having done Krakow a few times before I worried that it wouldn't feel as magical as it did the first few trips, but truthfully everything about Poland is so beautiful, and my heart is so horrendously rooted there, that I could sit in my apartment for five days solid and still feel as though I was home, and happy, and in a city with so much to offer. However, sit in the apartment I did not; instead I traded in lazy days for 8am starts, scarves, gloves and multiple layers and saw all of the bits of Poland I haven't been able to see before in the past.
So thanks Krakow; for the Sephora trips, the escape rooms, the lovers bridge that proudly holds my name alongside Katy's. Thanks for the cold nights and the first time I've ever seen such perfectly formed snowflakes - thanks for a million and one inside jokes, and for everything. Also, and more importantly, thanks to Kaz, Robyn and Katy for making this everything it was.