As a person who already knows something about the Georgian tourism, I can tell you for sure that most people usually travel here for our great food, for affordable natural wine accompanied by Borjomi water afterwards, for this weird mixture of old and new, and for the Black Sea. Then, maybe, there are mountains and couple of important churches in the list. To me, it is SO SAD! Without a doubt: milky cheeses, variety of fruits and herbs, flavorous spices and fresh hot khachapuri can make you hungry even as you read about them. Seaside is also good, especially in Gonio
Here is the story about how passionate Chris Potter’s performance of “Viva Las Vilnius” piece (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSzm1OI-Di8) suddenly made me check out the Wizz Air website, find the tickets for around 70 euro here and back, buy them, and go to the Lithuanian capital. One friend of mine said, I should have traveled to any other place, because Vilnius could be similar to a lot of places I’ve been too, but I don’t regret about my decision at all. There are several reasons…
Hungarian capital appeared to be a pain in my ass. But a very beautiful one. Don’t let me be misunderstood: I just was cycling too much 🙂 The road reminded me on Ukrainian so much: sometimes cycling ways were suddenly ending up with quite big border stones, or the paths in the parks were like at the picture right down… Anyways, I like it a lot!
So, from Warsaw I moved on direction Barcelona. Those who know me since a long time, know how I “love” FC “Barcelona”: I was never making it secret. Last year made me softer, because football wars became pretty irrelevant after the real war in my home region. It didn’t make me like “Barcelona” though, but at least I had a feeling that I would definitely like the city.
Hey, pipol’! Just came back from a small trip full of sun, fun with my great friends, and of course, delicious food, so now I feel real need to share some short impressions about all three cities I’ve been to 🙂 Let’s start in Warsaw. My first time there was in 2012, and I almost believed that the city falls asleep every midnight after Pilsudsky’s monument waves its mustache. Empty streets (I didn’t know that people are THAT bound to their families during New Year days), almost everything closed, all grey… You see, I really needed to come back and