On traveling 'alone' (part 2)-

Nearly two months ago I wrote this post; as of late my wanderlust heart is satisfied, yet hungrier than ever before. My love affair with Polska began in 2012; waking up the last four mornings to that perfect feeling I longed for just months ago serves as a catalyst to continue in my global exploration. I am once again aware of the depth existing in a life that seeks more than this world tries to convince us is possible. There are no limitations save that which you create for yourself.

Angloville is some type of heaven on earth. I spend my days conversing with people who simply want to improve their English; that or they are a native speaker possessing an addiction to travel and love meeting new people. I  am so blessed to have an opportunity to do my favorite thing in one of my favorite places: this is my paradise.

During our two hour lunch break, Jenny and I tagged along on a little countryside adventure. We jumped in one of the Polish participants' car and took a ride to the nearest convenient store. Our resort is quite literally in the middle of nowhere; even the Poles have never been here before this week. You could say Zabuze is a hidden gem for us all. 

Our attempt to cross the Belarus border failed because of two reasons: 1) we couldn't find it; GPS doesn't work so well in the Polish countryside and 2) we shortly discovered the border was a bit further than a two hour break gave time for. We opted to continue said journey another day. Riding through the golden autumn lined road in the back seat of  a car filled with four people from separate corners of this big world was a magic in itself.

Perhaps this is lesson number two of my solo travels: It's not so much the destination, but the journey that matters most. 

We arrived at Anglovile as strangers, foreigners from a different land. Now four days into this six day language immersion program, we're friends. It's poetic really, so many lives lived on opposite ends of the globe and a language barrier is reduced as we share our fears, our hopes and our dreams, even sadness at times. My favorite exchange is laughter.

We laugh over meals, in our one-on-one's, and yesterday, as we watched the Poland vs Scotland match. Laughter fills this place and I am so in love, so at home.

Then there's competition, tonight it was Poles vs native speakers. Because each day is exhausting, mostly speaking for hours without end, entertainment hour after dinner is always a nice time to relax. Let it be known: Polish people are very competitive and put up a good fight. They are a tough people. And their language, what the heck is szczodrobliwosc? Kudos to every English speaker who has learned to speak Polish: you are my hero.

Two more days left and this adventure comes to an end, as all things do. In this lifestyle you learn to see life as the electric thing it is. Nothing lasts forever, each day will soon turn into a memory and before you know it years have passed; this truth used to scare me. I loathed 'goodbyes.' Traveling has taught me not to allow the temporary nature of this life to prevent me from welcoming a new experience. Change is inevitable, also scary, but the possibility of a brilliant story holds more weight. Realizing nothing lasts forever in this life is a freedom in itself, it teaches us to hold onto moments loosely. They never belonged to us anyway.

Here's to all of life's happenings, may they continue to take your breath away...