I love Cracow! :-)

When I was leaving Cracow last Friday, I stood in a train and looked through the opened window. It was a little bit chilly after a very hot day. It was getting dark. The train was moving faster and faster and the gust of air was blowing in my hair. Looking at the station, which I have so many memories with, from which I was going away again, I realised I'd already felt this way before. And I remembered me standing on a ferry's deck sailing away from Santorini... I saw beautiful little houses stuck to the black rock so high above the sea... The wind was blowing in my hair and it was getting dark, too. And I also thought then: "I'm definitely going back here, one day".

Dzięki, Brandi! :hug: