Why do we visit sad places?
As we walked into the room Mum grabbed my hand and my eyes welled up with tears. I didn’t look at her. I knew if I did that the tears would overflow and I’d be a blubbering mess. We’d just walked into the ‘room of hair’ in Auzchwitz. A display case ran the length...
Krakow – the jewel of Poland
It had been raining on our last night in Krakow and as we walked through the main market square we were pleased to have it mostly to ourselves, in the middle of summer. Most people seem to be scared of the rain! As we wandered we came across a smaller square behind St Mary’s...
My accidental pilgrimage at Jasna Gora
Visiting Jasna Gora, the holy pilgrimage site of the Black Madonna and Child in Czestochowa, was a visit of historical significance to me, rather than religious, as with all other churches, cathedrals, basilica’s etcetera that I visit (and there have been soooo many!) Just before 1pm we entered the Jasna Gora Monastery. As with...
Discovering Warsaw
Warsaw was the beginning of a new phase of travel for me. The following two weeks would see me and my Mum, who had joined me five days earlier in London, being shown around some of the best sights in Poland by our Polish relatives, most of whom I had never met before. It...