kasia and przemo

Winter came with the new year. It became snowy and frosty, time for building igloo and making snowman. Italy could wait indeed. Accidently a bit, we found ourselves snowboarding in Dolomites. But Przemo managed to fall down properly on his first ever day on snowboard, he broke his rib and didn’t ride much after that. Now we just hope he cure reasonably quickly, as soon we are leaving here for a while to some warmer part of the world :).

   

         

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Alps couldn’t decide if that’s winter or it’s still spring around? Cause who would normally think to eat breakfast outside in December, not dressed properly? Cold in the shadow, but flowers around, everythink was green and whole world was so sunny…

 

Our first Christmas in home from a few years. Quite nice. Preparing christmas tree, cooking food, buying presents, christmas markets… only snow missing, but actually sun was really nice too :).

  

   

Apart from preparing for Christmas, Kasia spent her time mostly on crocheting in the sunshine but sometimes it took her even whole day or even up to 6 o’clock in the morning – never ending list of presents to make – and I was cycling around here. Evenings we were spending mostly next to the fire, cooking some delicious food or walking somewhere.

   

But there was not only three of us, as also parents with Karola came for christmas, so we were all together.

 

   

And Christmas has finished. The idea was, to cross Alps on the bikes and then cycle towards south Italy. We bought flight tickets back from Bari to Prague and we started packing up. But that wasn’t going very well, as we were planning to leave on Monday and we began packing up on Tuesday. Finally we menaged to go on Wednesday. After chatting overnight with Karola and short sleep we woke up, said goodbye to everyone and left. After first turn we felt strange. Or more like – we felt sad and felt like coming back. We never felt that way so strong before after leaving some place. Was it that good for us here? First time ever we didn’t really felt like going somewhere else as we felt that we finally arrived, as Ewa perfectly described once. That feeling will pass away, we thought. If not after 3 days, then we’ll come back. We arrived to Reit im Winkl (35km). We sat down on the bench in the sun to have a sandwich. So what we do?
We arrived to Kössen, in Austria, a few km further.
We bought gifts for everyone from Austria and turned back…
Maybe this is what we really needed now? From few years, if we were not in Scotland we were travelling. Maybe we needed that morning coffee, reading books, cooking, walking and that feeling that we don’t have to do anything, even to cycle. Or maybe we really felt that we arrived? That’s so beautiful and good here, that what’s the point in going somewhere else? Or maybe something else? Anyway, we decided to trust our feelings.
Italy can wait.

 

And Christmas has finished. The idea was, to cross Alps on the bikes and then cycle towards south Italy. We bought flight tickets back from Bari to Prague and we started packing up. But that wasn’t going very well, as we were planning to leave on Monday and we began packing up on Tuesday. Finally we menaged to go on Wednesday. After chatting overnight with Karola and short sleep we woke up, said goodbye to everyone and left. After first turn we felt strange. Or more like – we felt sad and felt like coming back. We never felt that way so strong before after leaving some place. Was it that good for us here? First time ever we didn’t really felt like going somewhere else as we felt that we finally arrived, as Ewa perfectly described once. That feeling will pass away, we thought. If not after 3 days, then we’ll come back. We arrived to Reit im Winkl (35km). We sat down on the bench in the sun to have a sandwich. So what we do?
We arrived to Kössen, in Austria, a few km further.
We bought gifts for everyone from Austria and turned back…
Maybe this is what we really needed now? From few years, if we were not in Scotland we were travelling. Maybe we needed that morning coffee, reading books, cooking, walking and that feeling that we don’t have to do anything, even to cycle. Or maybe we really felt that we arrived? That’s so beautiful and good here, that what’s the point in going somewhere else? Or maybe something else? Anyway, we decided to trust our feelings.
Italy can wait.