Well, things are going a bit better as of the past few days. I've got a pillow and blanket, and my meals are finally getting paid for by the university. The 'byramid' we started making out of Zywiec cans is now complete. The sun is shining and it's perfect walking weather.
Yesterday's weather was quite different from today's. Mid-morning the grey skies began spitting snowflakes, and by early evening, the flurries turned into a lovely snowfall. Falling like glitter in an everlasting snowglobe, the snow accumulated enough to allow a few lads to roll a giant snowball in the green in front of Piast. We watched from our balcony as people below walked by, bundled up and carrying umbrellas.
I even donned my handknit stocking cap when we ventured out to the sklep down the street to pick up some juice and wodka. Our coats and hats glistened with melting snowflakes as we took the elevator to the third floor. The branches of the trees outside our window even bore small, snowy burdens by nightfall. Truly, the world was transformed into a winter wonderland.
And what better way to stave off a cold, wintry evening than to stay in and warm up with a few drinks? The 500ml bottle of Tur lemon-flavoured vodka ('Original Polish Vodka!') we bought is about three quarters gone today. And there's nothing better after a few pre-game shots than walking downstairs to the bar for a few beers with friends.
Successful night? I'd say so, with one grave exception:
I TOTALLY FAILED AT TAKING ANY PICTURES.
I'm pretty sure only I could forget to photograph the one evening of picture-perfect landscape. I am a huge idiot. When I woke up this morning at 8am, walked out onto the balcony, and saw that giant snowball sitting in the green looking a little diminished and very out of place against the soggy brown grass, I felt like kicking myself.
Oh well. Maybe there will be one more beautiful snow before winter gives up the ghost. If not, I have the memory. I'm only sorry that I can share it in words alone.
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