Happy to be back in nature. My last two weeks on the farm. September 2015

City vs. farm lifestyle

I was glad to be back in nature. My weekend trip made me realize that I don’t miss city life at all. The street noise and lights, polluted air, crowds of people always rushing somewhere, car traffic packed buses, long lines in supermarkets, advertising wherever you look, long hours and busy schedules, the society of spending-buying-consuming and good appearance. Of course it’s not only that. The city can be wonderful, enjoyable and fun! There is always something to do, events worth attending, movies that you should see, parties you can’t miss, bars and restaurants you have to visit and people you ought to meet. There are so many cool things going on in the city that you are never able to do all you want and plan. And if you do, afterwards you end up being more tired than happy. That’s at least my personal experience. So I ask myself – do I need all of that to be happy? Do I know how to relax and enjoy the moment? Well, I’m not sure, but I definitely know that all this rush and excitement of constant plans makes me tired, nervous and anxious. I don’t sleep well because of street noise and lights and I certainly go to bed too late and sleep too short. For now farm lifestyle wins 1:0 with the city.

Photo by Taro 

I love to fall asleep in the peaceful quiet and wake up to the misty mornings and sounds of nature. I have never before experienced such silence as in Krogstorps Gård. At night when I was already lying down in my bed there were no sounds at all. At first it felt creepy, but soon I started to cherish it as the most beautiful music. Since the farm was located 2 km from the main road and it was hidden behind forests, lake and fields, there was no car noise at all. The only machines you could here were planes flying from time to time to the airport located about 40 km away. But besides that it was only nature’s symphony – crickets in the grass, birds singing, insects buzzing in the bushes, leaves moving on trees, sometimes cows mooing and goats bleating, deer howling in the woods… once you realized their existence, you heard everything that was moving over there. Incredible pleasure for all your senses.

The art of nature

What I liked the most about the surroundings of the farm was of course the lake and the forest. I took long walks and sat on the little boat piers looking into the water’s surface and at sunsets. It was a breathtaking view when the sky was turning all shades of red, orange, pink, and violet. Birds seemed to be little black squawking dots and the fish were stirring the water. Reeds slowly moving on the wind made relaxing sounds and my mind shifted away peacefully. On the other hand the woods were mysterious and dark. There is nothing else that smells as good as moist temperate mixed forest of the north. Tall pine trees and spruces, soil covered with soggy moss, and of course mushrooms in fall. The vastness of these forests made me feel little and vulnerable and my imagination was going wild. Often in the evenings when the air was cooling down and the sun was setting the mist would drift like ghosts through the ups and downs of the fields. If you were lucky you could also see a pair of deer coming out of the woods into pastures. As September is the beginning of the mating season, deer were howling loudly sometimes both day and night. It’s a terrifying sound when you hear it for the first time, especially without knowing from where and whom it comes from. Deer doesn’t sound like any animal known to me. Actually I don’t know if I could compare it to anything. But thanks to the mating season they were coming closer to the farm and I could often observe them from not too far. Absolutely beautiful creatures.

Before Isabelle left Krogstorps Gård we went on a small boat excursion. We borrowed the boat from the Peterslunds and rowed to one of the islands on the lake. We found evidence of beavers’ existence and hugged many trees (well, mostly I did the hugging.) On the way back… it was a bit tough, as we didn’t think before of rowing against the wind that was blowing pretty hard on that day. There were moments of consternation, but we made it to the shore. A few days later I made an extreme effort to wake up at 4.30 am and cycle in the total darkness winning over my fear of it (with all these scary sounds coming out of hollow blackness of the forest) to the Peterslunds’ farm where I met with Jerzy, a Polish volunteer, with whom I went fishing. We took the boat and rowed into the darkness of the lake observing how everything wakes up slowly. Man, the sunrise on the lake was a precious experience that I would repeat as many times as possible if I ever have the chance again.

New WWOOFer, horses and trip to Mariefred

A few days after Isabelle left, another WWOOFer arrived on our farm, Taro, a German-Japanese recent university graduate. We didn’t have many days to get to know each other very well as soon I left. However, the work together was peaceful and pleasant. We cleared the cucumber field and added animal compost to the soil, fought another war with caterpillars and prepared the stables for the arrival of the horses. Right! I didn’t mention yet that we were about to have two horses on our farm. A week earlier went with Hans to the horse farm from which we were taking the young one. I had an amazing experience as one of the horses fell asleep with its head on my chest when I was petting it. Wow, the connection with these animals is incredible and so calming. I hope that one day I will have a chance to do WWOOFing on a farm with horses. Ours arrived just a few days before I left. They were beautiful and a bit afraid at the beginning. They came from two different owners, but happily they got along without any problems or fights.

One day on the weekend we went with other volunteers on a trip to Mariefred. It’s a pretty town located about 35 km from our farms. It has the Royal Gripsholm Castle located by the lake (of course) and a railway museum that seems to be a big attraction there. During our walk around the town I found a cemetery where there stands a monument slab in memory of Polish soldiers fighting in the Second World War. History seems to be following us wherever we go.

Photo by Taro

Last days on the farm and new WWOOF perspective

My last days on the farm were peaceful and quiet. I was thinking a lot about the cycling journey I was about to start soon. I didn’t feel like leaving the farm already, I wasn’t ready yet to go back to the city. Then, a brilliant though came to me. I will find another WWOOFing place in Sweden! The idea was great, but the weather was the problem. I badly wanted to cycle all the way to Copenhagen and that was around 700-800 km depending on the route and the weather was getting colder day by day. Riding in the rain and cold is not very pleasurable, I can tell that from my own experience in the Netherlands this May. I decided to search for a farm located close to the Danish boarder. Luckily there were three of them urgently looking for volunteers. Only one of them seemed to meet my expectations and besides it sounded very interesting. It was run by a couple of retired professors, one of which is a specialist in sustainable living, grey water purification and permaculture. It sounded like a great place for me, so I wrote to them. After few days of waiting they replied that I was welcome to come and stay with them for a week. Yes, so that was my new destination! Afer about 600 km of cycling ahead of me there was Prästabonnens Gård, my second WWOOFing experience.



New WWOOFer on our farm and trip to Stockholm and Uppsala – reunion with my oldtime friend. September 2015

New WWOOFer arrives and “war” on caterpillars

Isabelle weed whacking

After over a week of peaceful solitude my first voluntary companion arrived – Isabelle, a German student. I think that straight away I felt that I would get along with this girl. She was very mature as for her young age and absolutely optimistic. While working together we shared our past and made up funny stories related to the place and task we were working on at the moment. We had great laughs and at times profound confessions. Isabelle liked to sing and she did it very well, so I always asked her for some songs. On these days when we worked together we discovered that we had a plague of caterpillars in the vegetable garden. They were almost everywhere. It was insane and terrifying, they had eaten up lots of plants. One of our tasks was to pick caterpillars and drown them in the bucket of water. Later we sprayed veggies with a natural plant spray. We called this job “war on caterpillars”: “caterpillars’ invasion vol.1” and “mission total destruction.” Even though it wasn’t the greatest task ever I can assure you that we had loads of fun. Unfortunately, some days later we noticed that these beasts were back, so we had “caterpillars invasion vol.2” and of course a “mission total destruction vol.2.” I have never seen so many caterpillars at once. They look pretty and innocent, but if you have a vegetable garden they are your enemy number one.

Weekend trip – Stockholm

Eventually for the weekend I planned to visit Stockholm and my friend Katarina in Uppsala. She’s the girl who convinced me that Sweden was perfect place for my journey. We had known each other for 10 years already. We met at college in the USA and since then we have been friends. But there is also Paula, a Spanish girl who was a third member of our super cool trio. Paula lives in Barcelona and since I moved there I’ve been seeing her as often as I can. Sometimes I think about our college days and I’m fascinated by the fact that it’s been already 10 years since then, three of us moved back to Europe and we still keep in touch and try to see each other whenever it’s possible. I hope that in another 50 years nothing will change.


So I went to Stockholm on a Friday afternoon. I was very excited about meeting Katarina, but not about going to a CITY. I was the happiest person in the world on my secluded farm hidden in the woods and didn’t feel like melting into the crowd of people and cars. But I did. After all, you just can’t be so close to Stockholm and not visit it, right? Besides, after hearing so much in superlatives about it I expected the city to be fascinating. I will be completely honest here – it’s nice, it’s pretty, but it’s not as breathtaking as Swedish nature. Definitely out of all in Sweden I prefer their forests and lakes to any city I had seen during my stay. I walked around the city center and old town for a few hours. It has some beautiful views as it is in great part surrounded by the water, and it has harming architecture and neat streets and shops. Thankfully it is pretty small for a capital so the traffic wasn’t that bad and I didn’t feel completely overwhelmed by wild crowds of people. During my walk in Gamla Stan (the Old Town) unintentionally I found myself in front of Tyska Kyrkan, the Old German Church from the XVI century. On the pin board it said that at 6 pm there would be a Vivaldi concert performed by New Hamburg Philharmonics. Perfect! I had been dreaming about going to a classical music concert for the past few days and here it was happening right in front of me in that charming little church. For about an hour and a half I absolutely forgot about the whole outside world. The music was marvelous and the atmosphere of the church with rays of sunlight entering through the stained glass was spectacular. I walked out feeling a bit dizzy and moved and slowly walked my way to the train station from where I went to Uppsala.

Uppsala – friends’ reunion

Katarina was waiting for me on the train station. I had been dreaming of this moment for the past 10 years, I finally made it to visit her! It was pretty late at night so we had a supper at home and caught up before going to bed. Tomorrow was a big day – annual Uppsala’s Culture Day and a brunch with her sisters.

For brunch we went to an open-air restaurant where she always goes with her sisters on that very day. As per her sisters’ annual tradition we had exquisite oysters and champagne. Pretty fancy beginning of the day! In America I met only one of Katarina’s siblings and now I had the pleasure of meeting the other one plus her husband and children. All together they seemed like perfect family, you could tell right away that they are very close and love each other. Seeing them made me think again of my family and how I always wished to have siblings. I have a fantastic half sister, who I love dearly, but she’s 17 years younger than me and unfortunately I see her only occasionally. However, I hope that one day when she grows up we will talk and see each other more.

Uppsala Cathedral

After our superb brunch the girls took me for a trip around Uppsala, which is the 4th biggest city in Sweden. It is home to the oldest University in Sweden and therefore many students, and because of its close distance to Stockholm (about 70 km) it is a common choice for many people working in Stockholm to live. Still, it is quite small and doesn’t have high buildings or skyscrapers. Definitely it has its own charm. I liked it a lot. I was lucky, because Katarina’s friend who joined us used to be a guide of Uppsala Cathedral, where among many rest King Gustav Vasa and Gustavianum, and there is a XVII century anatomical theater. I got a very detailed and interesting tour and afterwards we headed home for some rest. In the evening we went out to see some Asian street dances and for beers. It was a lovely day and I wished I could stay longer, but on Sunday it was time to go back to my farm.
Katarina joined me on a trip to Stockholm where we decided to do some more sightseeing before catching my train to Gnesta. We went to Skansen – an enormous open-air museum and zoo that replicates the way of life in different parts of Sweden before the industrial age and animals living in the country. It is located on one of the city islands from were the views are gorgeous. Among all different animals I had seen there were of course deer and reindeers. But seeing them captured over there made me sad. After all I believe that all animals should be free and where they belong instead of serving our curiosity in places like a zoo or Oceanarium.


My friend walked me back to the train station and we promised to see each other as soon as possible. I went back to Krogstorps Gård with my head full of thoughts.


Journey begins: Sweden and 1st WWOOF – Krogstorps Gård. September 2015

Sweden at last

After spending a beautiful and extremely hot August in Poland I set off to finally begin my Scandinavian journey. I took the ferry from Gdańsk to Nynäshamn, a harbor town on the
east coast of Sweden, about 60 km from Stockholm. I have to admit that the choice to travel by sea was an absolutely fantastic idea. I think that sailing gives you a totally different perspective on your travel, adding to it a sort of magic and making it dreamlike. When it comes to the comforts – I just biked in, left it locked in the car garage below the deck, took the panniers with me and found myself one of the airplane chairs that I reserved before. It was super simple and easy to arrange and comfortable to sleep. I didn’t have to worry about dissembling the bike and packing it in the box how I usually have to do while flying. If I will ever again have the opportunity and time to travel this way I most definitely do it.

After 18 hours of sailing, during which I mostly slept, or otherwise watched the sea from the deck, I arrived in Sweden. My first time ever in Scandinavia, which I desperately wanted to visit for so many years. I was super excited and curious about everything that was waiting for me out there in the “new” land. Honestly, you can laugh, but I almost felt like Columbus discovering New World. Arriving by sea is so incomparable with anything else. You see how slowly the land is becoming bigger and bigger, you pass by small islands and then finally you start recognizing shapes of buildings and houses, water splashing and engines of the ferry working furiously.

The surprise awaited me already ashore. I got a text from my first Swedish couchsurfer Jonas saying that he was awaiting me in the harbor. I was supposed to cycle to Södertälje and meet him there, but instead he cycled 65 km to pick me up and accompany me to where he lived. I can’t imagine a better beginning of a journey, right? On top of that he turned out to be a super nice and interesting person with plenty of his own amazing travelling stories. As we had lots in common we spoke long into the night without being able to finish any subject.

Arriving in Krogstorps Gård

After breakfast I took off to my first WWOOFing farm. I had 55 km to cycle to Krogstorps Gård situated in the nearby town called Gnesta. The route was incredibly picturesque. I couldn’t believe my eyes – the views, oh my, the views were completely breathtaking! All these endless forests of tall trees, plentiful lakes with tiny islands and gorgeous red and white wooden houses! In just few minutes I already knew that Sweden was the best choice I could make for my journey. I’ve been always in love with forests and lakes and here this combination seemed to be the norm, surrounding me from all possible sides. It’s an absolute truth that nature in Sweden is amazing and mind-blowing.

krogstorps house 2

Krogstorps Gård turned out to be just as I imagined my dreamlike Swedish farm – in a good distance from the main street, surrounded by beautiful forests and fields, with two red and white wooden houses and with a very large lake just about 10-15 minutes walking distance. My hosts, Hans and Peter and their friend Mona welcomed me warmly and I was shown around the whole farm. On about 14 hectares they have cows, sheep, goats, chickens, geese, two horses (that were brought about a week before I left), two cats, a dog, greenhouses, a vegetable garden and a few apple and plum trees. I stayed on their organic farm for a month. I enjoyed every bit of it and I’m glad this farm was my first WWOOFing experience. It confirmed my interest in nature, plants and animals and encouraged me to continue exploring the world of natural farming through voluntary work.

Krogstorps Gård was also my first farm experience. I have never before worked with animals or plants. Thus, my knowledge about them was very basic or in some cases none. I was a city person for most of my life so please take into consideration that sometimes I might be explaining things that are potentially for most of you obvious and regular whereas for me they are new and curious.

All the farm animals in Krogstorps Gård (except the cats and the dog of course) are rare and endangered Swedish breeds. The cows and goats were not milked for our use as they fed it to their young offsprings. However, we ate the eggs of the chickens and they were delicious. Hans and Peter grow from a seed and sell organic tomato and pepper plants. Also they have a butcher’s license and plan in the near future to prepare a room for slaughtering in the barn. Soon they will be preparing and selling their own organic meat as well. They had been also working regular jobs in the city (full and part-time) to make ends meet. They are a good example that you can combine both things – having a farm and a job outside of it. It might not be easy, but definitely possible.

Morning animal round and WWOOF schedule

 My usual day began with a morning animal round at 7:30 am. First I went to chickens to let them out into their fenced “chicken garden”, check on water, food and if there are any eggs laid. Next I filled buckets with water for geese and let them out. After that I went to check all animal fields; changed the water in the buckets, checked if the electric fences work and if they have salt and mineral stones. I or another WWOOFer repeated the same round in the evening before the supper.

At 8 am we had breakfast at my hosts house where all the meals were eaten all together. We spoke of things that needed to be done and after short break started working. Around 12 or 1pm we gathered for a big lunch with a hot meal. Usually we had about 45 min up to one hour break afterwards. On occasions before lunch we went for a walk with Peter or Mona and Rosso, the dog. Some days Sophia, my hosts’ cute baby daughter was on the farm and then we took walks with her. We worked normally until 4.30 or 5.30 pm. It dependent on the day, tasks and breaks we had. About 6.30-7.30 pm when Hans and Peter were back from work we had supper. Always one of us made sure that chickens were back in the henhouse, geese in their shed and all animals had water.

As a definitely not-a-morning person I thought at first that it would be a challenge to wake up so early, but it turned out that it actually was the best way to begin a new day! I loved to walk around the fields and welcome all the animals in the early morning when the sun was rising; the grass was covered with mist and everything was slowly waking up to life. Later on I understood why I always hated getting up early. The problem was not related to the early hour but with the purpose for which I had to leave my cozy warm bed. As a teenager I was afraid of a test or a teacher at school; as an adult I often suffered going to work I didn’t like or enjoy. Well, also sometimes my boss or manager was a total asshole to be honest. And I need time to wake up well in the morning and I don’t like to be asked questions or talked to too much. That’s actually the only time of the day when I don’t like to talk. I know it’s hard to believe but that’s a fact. Now it turned out that getting up early could be a really nice habit. No questions or talks, no one wanted anything from me and I didn’t have to answer a “super urgent” bunch of emails; it was only the chickens, geese, goats, sheep, cows and I. Perfect companions for a starter!

I love goats

 As I said before I had never before been to an animal farm neither had any experience with farm animals. It was an absolutely new thing to me. Quickly I realized that I’m very fond of… goats! The four rams lived in a field just behind my cottage so that I could see them through my windows. Sometimes I liked to sit reading my book on the big rocks in their field and they always kept me company following me wherever I went. They even liked to be petted and reacted when called, just like dogs but with horns 🙂 There was also Inga, a little female goat, who always came running and screaming, climbed on my legs and gave goat kisses.

One of the interesting things that I have learnt about horns of goats and sheep is that they are made of living bone where blood circulates, which makes them warm of course. I always thought that they were like finger nails – dead skin cells. Eyes of goats are also quite cool since they have horizontal slit-shaped pupils that are much more noticeable than in cattle or sheep, because of their pale irises. In September the breeding season commenced and rams smelled very intensively as they produced a special odor that makes them more attractive to females. The scent glands are located at the base of their horns. After learning about that I understood why one of the boys, Nisse, liked to rub his horns on me…

goat boys krogstorps

In the mornings I gave the boys fresh branches. I quickly noticed that they don’t like all types of them. Sometimes as a treat I also gave them apples that had fallen down the tree before getting ripe. Both goats and sheep are crazy about apples. One of my tasks was to collect fresh branches and hang them for drying in preparation for winter season and cleaning rams’ shed, which took me hours and dozens of wheelbarrows of last year’s hay.

A few words about chickens and apple tree pruning

eggs KG In my first days on the farms I also learnt a bit about chickens. We had about 15 hens and a rooster (which unfortunately and surprisingly I found dead one morning.) We let them out of the henhouse in the morning, but kept in the fenced area until after lunchtime. Generally
the reason for that were the eggs, which they would lay all around the farm otherwise. We never took the eggs first thing in the morning so that they wouldn’t get scared that they were gone. We collected them after lunch. (photo of me holding eggs) One day I found out that anyhow one of the hens had four little gorgeous chicks. We placed a special chicken house inside their henhouse and put the mother and her little ones in there. They stayed there for a few days until the little chicks got bigger. The hen mother was super protective. Whenever I was opening the cage to put some food and change the water I had to be very careful as she was aggressive and tried to bite my hand. Good Mama!

One day Peter took me pruning apple trees at the neighbor’s farm. I had no idea that it is such a complex task that needs a lot of knowledge of trees. Depending of what you want to gain (for instance to get more fruit or get branches growing in certain directions) you have to cut them in a precise way. He explained to me only the basics and it already seemed pretty complicated. Still, I think pruning is a very pleasant work that makes you appreciate trees even more. I will try to learn more about it in the future.

Our WWOOF neighbors and Annual Organic Market Fair

About two kilometers from us there was another WWOOFing farm run by a lovely vegetarian couple, the Peterslunds. One day my hosts arranged a visit for me at their farm. I spent half a day helping Malin to harvest, clean and pack beetroots, chard, and tomatoes. They are a part of association of organic farmers who deliver veggie boxes on demand and sell at organic market fairs. Peterslunds’s farm has 1.5 ha of all sorts of vegetables: beetroots, kale, cabbage, carrots, broccoli, Brussels sprout, lettuce, leek, tomatoes, zucchini and more. A beautiful view!

Malin explained me a lot about growing certain veggies and one of the things that was new and surprising to me was the fact that tomato plant contains small amounts of the toxic alkaloid tomatine. Also the fruit pollen that covers them is better not to be consumed. Of course only in great amounts, no worries if you have few tomatoes straight from the branch! However, it is always better to wash them first before eating. She also showed me how to pick ripe fruits by breaking the little joint on the branch close to the tomato. This way they come out easily without breaking the fruit. Malin and her husband had been receiving volunteers already for about eight years. There were 3 of them coming soon, among which one was Polish and arriving also on a bike! Malin invited me to join them at Sunday’s annual organic market fair that was held in a town a few kilometers away. It was a big eco event and of course I was eager to take part in it.

Unfortunately it was very rainy on that day but anyways we happily went to the market fair. Two of the WWOOFers that arrived on Peterslunds’ farm were German (a girl and a boy) and a Polish guy. All of them seemed to be very nice, joyful and young. The market fair was very big and pretty crowded; besides piles of deliciously looking veggies it had all sorts of handmade things of organic materials – clothes, cosmetics, jewelry, carpentry etc. It was set up on the property of a school that holds classes of organic farming and gardening for adults and children. We helped the Peterslunds’ a bit at their stand and walked around the market and gardens of the school. I got myself super comfy and warm woolen socks that are a treasure during rainy and cold days and nights. We agreed with other WWOOFers to get together on the weekend and do an excursion into the woods or to one of the towns in the neighborhood. Even though so far I enjoyed my solitude, it sounded like a great plan and I was looking forward to it!


sheep KG


Before beginning my solo WWOOFing/cycling journey in Sweden I decided to go back home for a month. I thought that it’s a good idea to spend some quality time with my beloved ones before I will take to the road. These few closest to my heart people are my strength, inspiration, motivation and happiness and that’s why I wanted to load my batteries with their positive energy.

First I flew to my second favorite place in Poland and the home of one of my best friends – Krakow. What a welcoming! Seeing a happy face of your best friend waiting for you at the airport has no price. It’s been about two years since I have visited Krakow and I missed it a lot. The city is an old capital of Poland that thankfully wasn’t destroyed during the wars. It enchants with its beautiful old town and park surrounding it. I fell in love with it for the hundredth time. A few years back during my master studies I was lucky to live in Krakow for 6 lovely months. Memories I cherish like a treasure.

However, the next day I took off and went to Korbielów, a village in the mountains by the border with Slovakia. There, at my aunt’s guesthouse we had a big family reunion of my Dad’s side. It was a memorable gathering since both of my cousins who live in America came down with their families and I haven’t seen them for many long years. All my dear cousins from around Poland arrived as well. I was thrilled to see all these faces and spend some quality time with them. We went hiking in the mountains (Pilsko, 1,557 m) and for long walks; we feasted and talked for hours. I wish we could repeat it more often. When all of them left, my father, his wife, my sweet half sister and I, we stayed for few more days. Our little holiday ended up with a day trip to thermal baths in Slovakia.

On the way back I stayed for 2 more days in Krakow. My buddy took great care planning my stay, making me laugh and smile, eat and drink and talk and talk and talk about all the things in the world. We met with friends, went biking, ate delicious food, and swam in the artificial lake located in the stunning surroundings on the outskirts of the city. Loaded with love and energy I finally went home to Warsaw.

Here again at the train station my dear friend waited for me. It was another lovely day, feeling like home again. Did I already mention how lucky I am to have them all? 🙂 Warsaw, my dear Warsaw! Late spring and summer are my favorite months to be at home. Everything is green and blooming. Restaurants and coffee places have outside gardens where people are enjoying warm evenings sitting long into the night. The city feels very alive thanks to numerous concerts, festivals, open-air film screenings, expositions, market fairs and many more events. Year after year the Vistula riverbanks are being filled with new bars and summer clubs that every night are crowded with smiling and dancing people. I love to see Warsaw like that, more outgoing and happy.

I hadn’t been home for 8 months and for the past two years the longest I came back for was two weeks. This time I planned an entire month for my visit and after all it passed away like a sea breeze.

I went to visit my grandparents and stayed with them for few days. I just love my long conversations with my Grandpa. He is such a wise and knowledgeable person that you can start any subject you like and he will always have something to say about it. Then I went to spend the weekend with my best friend at her summer cottage by the forest. As we always do, we watched many movies, discussed them, took walks and talk for endless hours. Every time it feels like we have never lived apart and I believe that’s the magic of true friendship.

I’m glad to be surrounded by these few people who make me feel this magic. It doesn’t matter for how far or how long we live apart, once we meet it feels like it was yesterday when we last time seen each other. And I’m fortunate that I could meet with all of them during my visit. Even more! I spent at least a night with most of them. We ate breakfasts, drank coffees, and cooked dinners, went out and visited old and new places on our city map. During the day I cycled the streets and at night I danced by the riverbanks. I have seen cute baby boys of my two lifetime friends and thought about how many times we imagined ourselves as mothers walking baby carriages. I visited my friends’ bike shops, repaired and changed parts of my two-wheeled companion and got many advice on the cycling part of my trip.

ja mama waw 08.2016
Warsaw, picnic with my Mum and friends

I also stayed with my Mum at her new pretty and stylish apartment. I’m happy to see her joyful with it. It took time, but finally she has what she dreamt of. Together we visited vegetarian restaurants and travelled the city looking for equipment for my trip. I could tell that she is worrying about me, but still she smiled and helped with preparations. It was time to move up to the seaside.

There was one more stop on my schedule before taking the ferry – a camping site on our Peninsula Hel, where my wonderful cousin was teaching windsurfing. I haven’t seen her in way too long and I missed her even more. She herself is a unique adventurer who has lived most of her adult life abroad, surfing the waves of different coasts of Europe. I stayed with her three days, we talked as much as we could, even windsurfed a bit, and moved on to the next stop – the harbor.

It’s been one month and even though it felt like not enough (it never does, really), I had an urging feeling, a voice calling me out to pull myself together and take to the road. I knew I would be back, I always am. I just can’t live without them for too long.

sailing to sweden 08.2016Later on just for fun I tried to sum up this month in some numbers and details. What I came up with is that I arrived by plane, departed by ferry, travelled the country from
south to north by train, bus, car and bike, visited the old and present capital, hiked and windsurfed, saw my close and distant family, met with my best friends and colleagues, slept in 12 different beds in 6 cities (6 of them just in Warsaw), seen 5 movies and visited loads of places that I won’t even try counting and all of it in 31 days.
Wow, what a month! I stuffed at least 6 months in one! I was more tired than before arriving but also happy as a bee and loaded with positive energy and love. Ready for my journey to begin! See you on the other side of Baltic Sea 🙂



I came back home in Barcelona from a cycling trip in Flanders at the end of May. It took me only a few days to realize that there was nothing more to think about, because the decision was already made by me and there was no turning back. I wanted to get out of the city and leave it all behind without worrying about the typical “I have only 5 more days left of my holidays and then back to reality” stuff. I needed an unlimited time and space to think things through, clear my mind, open my heart, eyes and ears. Breathe it in and breathe it out. Loud and deeply. With no rush and no one else around. Only the road and me. No big expectations, rules or fixed deadlines. A soul-searching kind of trip. The one that was calling me from far away for a long time already. So now, once the choice was taken, the preparation began.

First thing I did was to google “voluntary work on organic farms” and the website of WWOOF popped out. “Right!” I instantly realized that I heard of it before from a good friend of mine. He did WWOOFing with his brother in a few countries. Its basic target is to bring together organic farmers seeking additional help on their farms and volunteers who would like to live this experience while learning more about natural agriculture. It’s like an exchange program, but where the rules are very flexible and mostly depend on the hosts. Good and interesting experience, my friend said. Researching the website and scrolling down through different farms’ profiles I already got so excited about this idea that I could pack my backpack and hit the road straight away! I still can feel the thrill of it passing over my body when I think about that day. So this was it. I decided to go WWOOFing. But where and how?

It took me weeks to decide on my destination. I thought of many countries and ways to do it. Then my dear Swedish friend came to Barcelona for her holidays and all became crystal clear. Sweden! It has to be Scandinavia that I dearly thought of for many long years. Its endless tall forests and clear lakes surrounded by wooden red and white houses. I would take my bike and cycle through this stunning nature. Letting my imagination freely flow and unfold ideas the perfect plan was shaped. First I would fly with my bike home to Warsaw and spend a month among my friends and family. Then I would take a ferry from the Polish seaside to the Swedish east coast near Stockholm. From there I would get to the farm, spend about a month WWOOFing and finally cycle all the way through Sweden to the Danish capital of Copenhagen. That would be my first solo trip of this kind and I was absolutely ready and eager for it.

In the next weeks I said goodbye to my colleagues from work and had dozens of talks and Skype chats with my parents and friends from all around. I caused a stir of surprise and questions among them, but also received inspiration and encouragement. I went through my closet and shelves and got rid off anything I found useless and unnecessary. Later I sold it at a flea market and felt… truly wonderful. A bit lighter and released from the piles of clothes I never wore and gadgets that only occupied space and gathered dust.

It was difficult to get used to the thought that I had to leave my beloved cat Tobi behind. My furry ginger love that moved with me to Barcelona from Poland. My heart broke into many pieces but there was no other way around this time. I found him a perfect home with my super cool friends. I knew he would be safe and happy with them. And I think I will be eternally grateful for their help.

I was also super lucky that my friends said that they will consecutively took over my room and that my flat mate supported the whole plan and agreed to look over our flat during my trip. After that it was only to pack my backpack and say “see you later” to my friends and Barcelona.

I left Barcelona and flew to Poland on 29th of July 2015.

tobi computer bcn july 2015