Sex, Love, & Magic

I’m feeling nostalgic about Polska.

I miss Poland…And all of the funtabulous friends that I made out there

I miss seeing the language on everything you could read. I miss the food! I do miss the country alot.

I miss learning bits and pieces of new languages. Because there is no better way to make a foreign friend than comparing swear words.

I miss meeting people from different countries.

I miss my adventure. Because you were the best adventure I’ve had so far.

I miss running away to hide only to realize I found so much. Because nothing can compare to crossing an ocean. For friendship. For education. For work. For love.

I miss the wonderful market squares where I could just sit down for hours, watching people and admiring the architecture of the buildings around me,

I miss the shop where I once spent an hour talking to an old Polish guy who didn’t speak English,

I miss the funny “zshzshzshzsh shzshzhsz” language that is Polish, and the daily struggles trying to order breakfast in Polish,

I miss Krakow for all it’s tourist spots and the pigeons that mingle with the tourists,

I miss Zboiska and Sanok for the city that was my home for six months, and for all the friends I made there.

I miss common polish name : Katarzyna (Kasia), Anna (Ania), Malgorzata, Gabrysia, Magda, Bartek, Krzysztof, Kuba, Basia, Lukasz, Tomasz, Pawel, Agniezska, Ewelina, etc.

I miss PPI Poland.

I miss Indonesian Embassy in Poland and its people.