Spring, finally.

So now I'm back in Sevenoaks for a few days and actually have time to do something that isn't translation, grammar classes, Polish homework or salsa dancing (guilty), I'll tell you about our trip to Tyniec last weekend. The snow finally melted about two weeks ago and the sun came out with a vengeance, more than making up for its late appearance. We begged, borrowed and stole bicycles and rode out along the river to the monastery. It took us about two hours, with plenty of water breaks, photo breaks and rest time for the one guy on rollerblades (with two stretches of ordinary road to navigate, we held our collective breath very nervously indeed watching him coasting along hanging onto the seat of the bike in front).

No, screw that - writing is far too much like hard work. Here are some pretty pictures instead.

Beautiful day

Inside the monastery chapel

And from the outside

How'm I supposed to convince my friends back home that Poland is a modern, civilised country?!

Luckily, we got back in time for the student pillow fight in the main square. UJ students are in white, AGH in green (or maybe blue) and Akademika Ekonomiczna in... uh... does it even matter?!






When I left on Wednesday, the streets were still strewn with fluffy mounds of feathers, gently ruffled by the breeze.