Last January I spent an unforgettable weekend in Krakow. I haven’t been able to get it out of mind since then and I find myself aching to return.
I remember it being really cold. A thin layer of pure white snow thinly covered the ground. My parka and newly purchased “chewbacca hat” barely protected me from the elements. At times, my fingers and toes became numb as I walked through the city.
Krakow was devoid of tourists and seemed almost tragic and forlorn. There were empty abandoned buildings, a proliferation of graffiti, the presence of a heavy emotional weight after visiting the New Jewish cemetery.
Krakow was gritty and rough and … somehow just me.
Then it was sunset and the city transformed into a different being all together, it became something quite beautiful and extraordinary as night settled.
Krakow By Night
If I hadn’t already been in love, I certainly fell a little harder.
Krakow, you’ve made your way into my heart and I’ll be back to see you again someday! We were only together for one weekend and there’s so many other things I want to do like visit the inside of Wawel Castle to see that crazy fire breathing dragon and pay my respects at Auschwitz.