hi! I’m Maja
I share my thoughts on stuff, things that inspire me and some of my memories that might as well inspire you. Hope you have a great stay!
I share my thoughts on stuff, things that inspire me and some of my memories that might as well inspire you. Hope you have a great stay!
All in TRAVEL
If there’s any blog post written in 2020 that doesn’t start with something about the global pandemic… well, it wasn’t written in 2020. I’ll only say this - we had very different plans for this year (didn’t everyone?!). I kicked it off all excited about all the plans we had (just see this)… and then none of it happened.
When people asked us why do we want to travel to Georgia so much, one of our answers was: the food. True, Georgian cuisine might not be very known to the rest of the world but in Poland you can get it quite a lot and boy, is it good! So no, it wan’t the first time for us trying Georgian food but the truth is, none of our previous experiences can even compare to what we’ve had a chance to taste during our trip.
Georgia was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Everything we imagined and more. The people, the landscape, the food (oh, the food!), the wine. Our dream journey come true. There'll be a lot more details about our trip coming soon but for now I just wanted you to enjoy with me the unbelievable colours of fall in the Caucasus Mountains.
Aka the craziest, most spontaneous, unbelievable and definitely the cheapest trip to date. But how did that happen? As I remember it , there wasn't really a plan for that. There was a slightly bored me in the middle of my gap year (between high school and university) scrolling through Fly4Free looking for an inspiration for the next trip.
It is true that moving to London involves a vicious circle of dependancies and it’s very easy to get lost and frustrated in the process. A very good example: you need a bank account in order to rent a flat but you can’t open a bank account if you don’t have a permanent address in the UK… What the actual f**k?!
I don’t really have good memories from Morocco. I guess I was just too young, too naive and too idealistic to travel there by myself but the fact is that the reality hit me hard. I ended up with wrong people, was completely disregarded and disrespected as a woman, as a European, as an atheist, even as a vegetarian I was at the time.
I got really sentimental lately writing all the throwback post about my first big journeys but it’s the last week’s post about Iceland that really got me the blues. As I already mentioned here, Iceland is where I left my heart many years ago and no other places in the world has managed to win over it by now.
