What a better way to celebrate a second anniversary in Kraków than by arriving back to the city through the same route that took me before?
Münster-to-Krakow can be done many times, and it has been my pleasure to reassure that you do not necessarily need 9 weeks for that. Although to be fair, 9 weeks has a very special charm on its own.
But this time, it took only two days. This time I hitch-hike, and not alone:
This time was perhaps a bit simpler to organise: polskibus to Wrocław, an ice-cream at the Italian I discovered last year when just coming back, then flight to Paris-Beauvais (which translates to Mordor, or to “not-really-in-Paris-but-cheap”). Revisits start.
Maybe it was never posted, but we have surely talked between us about the joy of visiting twice the same place. On the first one, you already got rid of (most of) the touristic stuff. On the second, you bring people with you and you feel like a local tour-guiding the city, you tell the locals what you already discovered, the streets are looking familiar, directions feel more natural. You already picked up a coffee place, and your route from the Station to the Museum alike. Therefore you follow a habit. So it feels like coming back home after a long time. As if your home could be anywhere.
This time we were back to, perhaps, two of the most important regions of our voyages: Paris, and the Münsterland – by no mean relegating any of the far too many other important regions of our voyages to any kind of second place!
Paris was nothing but fantastic. And crazy all along. What a weird team we build when by many chances I gathered our once more lovely hosts Juanjo & Katrin – soon to have a little beautiful Clodoveo – my mother and her partner, my girlfriend, and that prick on the other side of the blog – to Leon I’m referring, of course – It worked fantastically.
We resolved to stay only for four days in Paris, under the certainty that we will come back many more times, and take a night bus to the Münsterland, passing by Brussels – where, shame on my uncle he didn’t join us on that bus! –, arriving to the beginning, as early as five in the morning: realising there was no chance for a visit, ever so in darkness, we followed the next train home. Home.
This one has a very particular charm on its own. As if I have been there just too many times, I could remember every inch; but I was there just once, more than two years ago. And for two years I wondered without remembering, what did I write on his guestbook back then. Never asked, I just waited to come back. To all reader, go there and sign that special guestbook yourselves. And to make us feel just more like at home: has anybody here heard of the ancient tradition of the Frisian Tea Ceremony? You’ll have to visit Grandma Leon if not.
Oh, the featured picture of the post, you may ask? Well, up to you to interpret what those three are doing there. But please recall where do we come from and what do we stand for.