For a change, I’m going to write today’s post in both English and Polish. If this approach proves to be satisfactory for both you and me, I might even stick to that for good.
It’s by no means easy to write and publish again after such a long break. I’ve been extraordinarily busy lately. First, my boyfriend and I established a small company and had to set it in motion. Roughly at the same time, I’ve moved into another district in Poznan, which I LOVE (Jezyce) and, to make it more challenging, I’ve changed my job. After things have calmed down, I was exhausted and needed to unwind. The only FMB channel I’ve been active on, has been Instagram. You can follow me there and see good quality photos from different nooks of Europe. I add a new photo every day, sometime between 7pm-midnight (yeah, let’s not become too time-focused).
Now that you know the background, let me show you an amazing place I had been ignoring for the last few years. Yeah, why bother exploring Poland? Phew, LOCAL Poland? Waste of time!

African Savannah? Nope. Poland. :-D
Luckily, I love walking in the woods and one day, feeling that I’had had enough of the city, I thought about the Rogalin Landscape Park.
I went there one sunny Sunday with my boyfriend. We wanted to walk approximately 20 km (both ways), starting in Puszczykowo (a small town near Poznan), through the Rogalin backwaters, until the Rogalin Palace, where you can find the oldest and most famous oak trees: Lech, Czech, and Rus.
The whole trail was beautiful, but I absolutely loved the backwaters part. The river changed it’s course many times and the old riverbeds are still visible. Between perfect semicircles, there stand proud, powerful oaks.
Some of them are still young, and their thick leafy heads cast pleasant shade over the paths. Between them, you can spot their grandfathers; the old, knaggy, shrivelled oak trees. Although there’s not much life in their branches, they stand imperturbably and are silent witnesses to the ups and downs of history.
My brain kept recalling random fragments of “Nad Niemnem” by Eliza Orzeszkowa throughout the trip.
Any ideas why? :-D