Everything about today was just fabulous starting with the bright skies and moods, people inviting us for fresh produce, animals attracting eyes in their natural poses I couldn't help but memorize digitally. Milking cows, letting the horse rest in front of the stable is day to day life at the farm and no one ever contemplates the black patches or the amount of flies on their backs. Unlike us - a town transplants to views of a rare occurrence elsewhere. Not that I was growing up in a big place as all the best parts of my childhood happily for me happened in a railway town where meadows, fields, rivers and mystery of deep woods created my never-fading love for all things countryside. Having said that I haven't actually experienced a real farm life when I'd be the first one to see the dawn and milking a cow is an activity I compare to mathematical equations I've hardly gotten away with. So when Damian's father suggested visiting his family in a rural area in the south of Poland, I more than eagerly jumped at the chance. Escapade worth every fly on my sandwich.
