Sunday, 21 May 2017


I love eating. I think that it’s the best thing that can happen to you when you’re angry/sad/happy/want to celebrate something/craving/anything else.

Last Friday came my boyfriend to spend weekend with me. He’s a strict meat-eater and let’s say meat-lover!!! I can assure you that he couldn’t live even a week without meat. Me, on the other hand, I don’t like meat very much but I can say that we always try to balance when it comes to that matter.  Anyways, this weekend we have had to choose between some restaurants that Poznań offers us and my favourite one is a vegan one. 

So what have I done?  I tried to trick him in some kind of way, as he, besides meat, loves sushi, I told him that we have to go and try a new place where they serve sushi,  but in a unique way. So he was excited ( so I was because of my wicked plan) and there we went! 

I ordered a Mexican plate and it was a mix of vegetables, fried banana, 2 different salsas and some Mexican bread. I loved it and so my boyfriend did! His sushi ( Japanese plate) was heavenly delicious, but it was made of vegetables and tofu.
 I wouldn’t exaggerate if I said that he was flattered. In front of us we had two different, of course vegan, plates and both were amazing! 

 Till the end of our lovely dinner he didn’t figure it out that it was a vegan restaurant. Later he had to assume that even if we don’t order meat, the dish can obviously be tasty.
What can I say? If you haven’t tried something please don’t try to convince me that it HAS TO be awful.

If you want to try it on your own:
Wypas Poznań is that place!

P.S I had a really nice weekend what about you guys?

Take care

Thursday, 18 May 2017

The w word

Lately, I´ve been inspired  by my english class and I want to share with you some reflexions.

First of all Is it really possible to treat women as a worse/weaker/inferior individual? Maybe you will say I’m a racist but I hate that in muslim countries. They still treat women like if they were their slaves and what’s more, they, through  years and years, got used to this so it’s now part of their tradition. I can’t stand it how can they be so obedient and change, well you cannot change something that always has been like that but no matter, for your men. 
Where’s  this beautiful image of love and happiness  showed in Bollywood movies?

One day I watched a lovely publicity on youtube, it was Italian. At the beginning they asked small Italian boys to describe a sweet, young European girl.  
They were obviously ashamed but loads of sweet words came out of their mouths.  On the next step they were encouraged  to touch and caress her cheek and they did that with serous pleasure.

Trouble started when they consequently were asked to hit her  and suddenly they petrified. There was no way to touch her in that way for them. Why?

 No one knows. This is just the amazing child delicacy and subtlety. Why and where it disappears later when they get to the awful period of puberty?

Anyways… I was blabbering about women and women rights wasn’t I? I think that it’s horrible that we live in such a developed world and society and as a women we can still feel worse that the other sex. 

Friday, 5 May 2017

being happy

I’m pondering about clothing. 

I’m not the person who loves shopping though.  Every single day when I get up I try to put on something that will make me feel  comfortable and warm all day long. I can’t say that I’m good in this kind of things like matching stuff but there are things that make me happy I guess. 
My obsession is buying new shoes, I have loads of pairs specially trainers, sport shoes and high heels (which I don’t really wear often). But trousers? Shirts? I used to buy many dresses but not anymore as I realised that I didin’t actually wear any of them.
 My huge problem is that when I finally go to the shop I can’t find anything that would please me. Maybe I’m too picky but fashion is horrible! 
 Why shirts can’t be just shirts without all those prints, short lengths and so on? 
When I was younger I tended to put on something that would seem nice for people which I was dating or I was hanging out with that time. I’m not that kind of person anymore. 

The whole idea of dressing for someone is pointless I think. We should wear things that are comfy. The other matter is that it should be warm when it’s cold outside. I think that I won’t exaggerate when I say that buying too short jacket is simply foolish. Maybe you will look great in front of your friends but freezing is the worst thing that can happen I guess…

So as a consequence let’s say that being a teenager is a very nasty thing.

Monday, 24 April 2017


I'm writing this post from the park's bench. Sun is shining and I'm reconsidering my life as always when I'm surrounded with nature and all by myslef.
Birds are chirping, what a lovely word isn't it?

I love spring especially when it's not so cold, you're not freezing and there is loads of things to do besides watching tv series in your bed. But... stop! Where's my energy gone? Last year this time I was riding my bike, exploring city and running at least 3 times a week. What has changed?
Maybe I work more.. maybe the circumstances aren't as they should be...
Well even though I'm really grateful for my friends and time spent while having fun.
MY feeling related to the water are so intesive! I love being near to the river, sea, oceans, even those small water springs!!!
Why is it so incredibly awsome for me?
I appreciate every minute spent in a place where the lake or sea is.

Tomorrow will be different day I suppose. Don't let negativity take control over you life and hopes. There is still something special waiting for you.

 Nothing else left, push the boundaries!


Saturday, 15 April 2017

Holiday's rush


After 40 days spent in Poznań I was so glad to come back home. Wednesday was the last day at university so I had plenty of time to pack my things and get ready for the travel. I had booked my train ticket like 3weeks earlier and couldn't wait to see my mum and my doggie.
Then finally came that day, I got up early as the train was leaving at 8:36 am, I didn't have got any bread so I had to go to the shop and almost missed train but when I got to the station I was very enthusiastic I thought that nothing would destroy my happiness. Unfortunately then my bad luck started to show up. I Couldn't sit with my friend as we founded out that computer had booked us different places... then the train was late ( but this is a standard situation though) and then when I finally got to Gdynia it was raining all day long. But I managed to take my dog and go for a walk to the sea and that cheered me up a little bit. Thanks God it's Easter!

I wish you all the best! 

Monday, 3 April 2017

Why are weekends so short now?

Why are weekends so short now? When has it changed in that way? Why do I always ask so many questions when I write about something?

I don’t know the answers but truly? I’m quite disappointed with myself. I used to be active, spend whole days on preparing materials and doing my homework just developing my skills but now I can’t even focus on most important things. 

When I feel quite sure about my grammar skills in Spanish suddenly it comes out that there are many things that  I actually don’t know or forgot. I hate the fact that I supposedly study what I love and I do what really interests me but on the other hand I cannot say that I’m fully satisfied.  I came here with some plans, new city, new university, maybe new job? Yes, but later I found out that I neither couldn’t study translation nor the language part of Spanish philology.

 So I was forced to study literature what ok let’s say I like it but not as much as I like other things in Spanish. Now I feel like I’m starting to hate Spanish because the only thing I have to do is reading reading and once more reading and sometimes write some kind of essay about what I had read previously. I’m disappointed because I thought it would be fun studying Spanish but now results that we don’t have much practise but loads of theory instead.

So they say go and study what you really love. I wouldn’t do that again.  If you love something don’t study it, because it will definitely kill your passion.

Quick update: It would be so unfair of me saying that everything and everybody  will kill your passion at the University. There are some profs and classes that are super interesting and motivating  so I can say thank you and that I’m utterly grateful for your input. 

Thursday, 23 March 2017

boring times

Sometimes I feel like my work is killing me.  Basically I love teaching Spanish and working with people. It fulfils me with energy and even if I have a bad day, since I go to work I come back with new power.

But there are moments when I really hate it. Especially when I say ok let’s prepare some exercices for them, they will be so happy with their new tasks to complete. But it turns out ( in the most of cases) that what makes me feel great about learning languages is not as fantastic for my students.

There are two cases that  I cannot stand. One of them Is someone who makes you question your knowledge or simply asks so many questions about vocabulary that you start considering yourself a dictionary. Well my dears I’m not one and I will never know all these words you are asking me about. Or in different words, yes I may know this vocabulary but it happens that right now, in this moment I will not be able to recall it. 
So please don’t ask me questions like ‘but how can we say jaki kraj taki obyczaj or wybrzeze kości słoniowej’ when I try to focus and teach you preterito perfecto.  Yes, dictionaries exist and even I consult them sometimes. And no, it doesn’t mean that being teacher means that you can’t be wrong sometimes!

On the other hand we have another hopeless case. KIDS.  
When you have in the same group 6,9,11 years old and they are 15 individuals in the same room and you have to (or you are downright) trying to get control over them. 
Sound like mission impossible?
 Yes it, indeed is. 
Small kids can’t write yet  and can’t read so all they want to do is playing and singing songs and colouring but the others? They are bored and tired and try to imagine what does it mean to be there trying not to yell and just finding the rest of your forces to teach them something. 
And all you want to hear in that moment is…
Can I go to the bathroom? I don’t want to write it down… How much time  do I have to sit here? Is there any reward for it?

And when you think that it is completely meaningless and after making up games, songs, and everything what can come to your mind, all of a sudden, you hear: I love it! 
Now I can tell my mum some words in Spanish!


And there’s nothing left but smiling.
Have fun!