Exploring Poland in Kashubia region

Consisting of many lakes and natural parks, Kashubia (Kaszuby) region in Poland is one of those places where you will manage to completely escape busy city life. With its own distinct culture and language, Kashubia has been on and off under Polish and German influence but manage to preserve its uniqueness. The region is stretching as far as 100km southwest of Gdańsk. Once there you would be surprised by the natural beauty. It is sometimes called Poland’s little Switzerland. Bory Tucholskie National Park can serve as an ideal scenery for a fantasy movie the likes of Lord of the Rings….

Reims – the city of surrender

Being born and raised for the first seventeen years of my life in a small village somewhere in Western Ukraine, I must admit I have slept through most of history classes. The names of the cities where major historical events took place did not make much difference to me. They were too abstract, they were too far, almost like in a different universe. Never could I have imagined back then that I would one day be able to travel and experience the world. As such only a few days before our trip to Paris and Reims for pre-Christmas celebration I…

The Streets and Views of Milano

This time it took me over a month to actually pull myself together and share the view of Milano. I have heard a lot before going there for a weekend, mostly the comments were along the lines “nothing worth to see”. Well… I respectfully disagree. Duomo di Milano in the weather we have had was just spectacular. You will need to wait in a queue for some 40 minutes, but eventually when you get there the view is worth a wait. Piazza Gae Aplenti is a really impressive modern square to walk around in the evening and it can be a pleasant stroll after a…

Venice “behind the mask”

Italy attracts for it’s beauty so much european. Through not tourist-friendly (why would they be if tourists are flooding to Venice so much danger is it can finally sink in?), Italians love their country and tourists love Italy. But somehow there is a hate-hate relations between locals and tourists no matter how interdependent they are. Venice stroke us during the first hour being there. Literally. The stroke was hard, ie. my nose against the spotless glass door of the hotel we were staying in. The next hour or two we spent browsing on Internet all about symptoms of nose breaking,…