Off to
Toruń and nearby over the last weekend. The purpose of the trip was to take a
break from everyone and everything, from all thoughts and tribulations that
could bring us down. If you are to forget about the daily grind, the best
recipe is a short foray to a nice destination, as at home your mind-bothering
stuff keeps you company.
The very
trip, except for the fuel, was a birthday gift, the one which I kind of
extorted from my girlfriend, yet the idea was brilliant. On Saturday morning I
only knew we were about to head for Torun, but had no idea about the details of
our accommodation.
Instead of
taking A2 and A1 motorway, I decided to take a shorter and more picturesque
route via DK7 and DK10, both not actually congested on Saturday and Sunday.
Landscapes of Mazowsze were much more eye-pleasing sights than drab noise
barriers fencing the motorway off.
I visited
the very city for the first time since June 1998 (counting out one business
trip during which I turned up to a warehouse somewhere within the
administrative borders), when Toruń was a school trip destination. Finding a
place to park a car near old town was a challenge and one of less efficient
methods of wasting some twenty minutes, but we took our time. Then we took a
walk around the historical part of the city.
To the
right, a Christmas tree, lit up by LED diodes. By dint of late-autumnal
weather, the place still lacked typical Christmas climate, yet we should have
got used to it (last truly wintery Christmas in Poland was in… 2002). The day
was dull, grey, short, yet unforgettable.
We strolled
further to come across a Christmas fair, a festival with German origins,
getting increasingly popular in Poland and staged in most bigger cities in
Poland, usually on market squares. Maybe not the best place to do the shopping,
but it does not hurt to catch the climate, scents and the scenery.
After
eating a lunch and finding the car, my better half programmed the navigation so
that it led me to our destination, but somehow showed only directions but not
where it guided me exactly. Thus until the last moment I did not know what the
destination was. Finally it turned out to be Pałac Romantyczny in Turzno (here
snapped on Sunday morning after most of the snow fallen on Saturday evening has
melted) – a lovely place, now the object of lovely memories.
For
posterity, a short (and duly incomplete) record of my probably bestest birthday
ever. The good has come, hope the best is still to come :)
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