• Travels

    Porto, Portugal: The magic city

    Portugal, Portugal… It was on my dream list for a long time but I could never find a good time to go there… Or a proper amount of money. For that reason, I’m really glad that tickets from Madrid to Porto were ridiculously cheap (45e both ways) and I had a chance to visit such a stunning city as Porto. Or, in this case, the more accurate word is “magical”. About A journalism student who's in love with travelling. Heart in Spain. Survived an attack of angry cows.More Posts (10)

  • Thoughts

    You’re a slut

    I’ve never been the kind of girl who says that her country is old-fashioned and that polish mentality is shit. To be honest, sometimes it irritates me. But despite it all, after seeing all the bullshit on the Internet, I’ve realised that the way of thinking in Poland is indeed different in some aspects. And that really pisses me off. More specifically – one thing. It’s very easy to judge and call someone “slut”. And it’s a pity. About A journalism student who's in love with travelling. Heart in Spain. Survived an attack of angry cows.More Posts (10)

  • Thoughts

    The art of letting go

    How to let go? Well, that’s a hard nut to crack. I will do my best to answer this question, basing on some story. The story includes a Teletubby, handsome waiter and terrified, lost child (= me, of course). About A journalism student who's in love with travelling. Heart in Spain. Survived an attack of angry cows.More Posts (10)

  • Erasmus,  Travels

    Erasmus in Cuenca: 5 things that I’ve learnt

    Talking about my memories and thoughts from Erasmus in Cuenca is like trying to convince fanatics of conspiracy theories that the Earth is not flat – very difficult. Some things just can’t be described by words but I’ll do my best. So today I will tell you about some stuff that I’ve learnt during my Erasmus in Cuenca, Spain. About A journalism student who's in love with travelling. Heart in Spain. Survived an attack of angry cows.More Posts (10)

  • Au Pair,  Travels

    Au Pair: 5 things I’ve learnt

    I still remember how my legs were shaking when I was saying goodbye to my parents at the airport. A few minutes later my heart went crazy when I was about to check in. There it was – I was about to become an Au Pair. My very first time when I had to count only for myself, left alone between Okęcie and Heathrow. It was an emotional rollercoaster. And it was only the beginning. About A journalism student who's in love with travelling. Heart in Spain. Survived an attack of angry cows.More Posts (10)

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