This morning my mom asked me timidly when I was going to come back to Poland. My resolute answer was: When the snows in Poland melt for good...


I have just come out of the water. It's not really hot but perhaps hotter than normally in July at the Baltic Sea (and let me remind you it's almost mid-November!). I have devoured 8 empanadas de queso (Mexican dumplings) (well, I have shared them with some stray dogs), platano frito con crema, piña colada (but it is also possible to order Blody Merry or Ginan Tonic;-)) and cafe de olla (Mexican coffee). I have spent some time playing with waves and reading juvenile Mexican poetry.

Could one possibly ask for more?