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1st - Erasmous Group
For every word I learnt and for every story I heard. For every moment we shared and for every memory we built.

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To our friend who always tried to help us.

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To our sweet boys who made us feel like princesses

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To our sweet boys who made us feel like princesses

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To my friend who laugh, sometimes not so much, endured my presence and with whom I shared this experience and created memories. Let's just say goodbye to each other because 4 months is too much. Thank you Reginaldi

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Having spend almost 4 months in Poland made me laugh a lot at some situations.
For the man who swallowed Listerine and felt fresh.
For the mistaken vomit I though was coming out from a pigeon but was actually poop.
For the man who was expelled from the Hostel for being drunk to many times.
For the man working at Biedronka who is very slow and always drives me nuts.
For the scottish guy (used to drink for what they told) who tried a shot of 95% pure alcohol and wasn't even feeling the foot of the cair on his own foot and let his cigarette drop a thousand times.
For so many others that I will try to always remember, thank you for making my experience in Krakow funnier. I will surely laugh a lot again with you.

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5th - Listening and Speaking classes
Although I find people in general closed about themselves, the teacher Kamil has always showed interest in some aspects of our country and discussed some of his'. He broke the formal barrier between teacher and students that we usually find. And knowing we have a person we both know goes even more into this fact. I really hope to seem him in the Erasus Week in my university.
4th - The autonomy that it brought me
Being on my own in a country far away my home city demands me the ability to deal with any problem I might and will face.
The language barrier I had and still have is not strong as it was before. Added to the autonomy comes a major responsability and especially the independence. Mixing these 3, I feel like a person who is much more able to face the world and this feeling is overwhelming.
3rd - Zakopane
What a beautiful place to visit especially when snow visits us so rarely in Portugal. Mesmerizing landscapes and cold but fresh air to breath.
2nd - Auschwitz Concentration Camp
Shocking but truthful reality of every victim. I could finally put my eyes on one of the biggest atrocities of our history.

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Why to
Poland is gold historically speaking. Being one if not the biggest victim of World War ll, it has a lot to visit. The Concentration Camp is obviously the most important for all you can learn. The Schindler's Factory another one, some museums and also buildings. To step in the same ground of so many people who suffered and so many who conducted such atrocities is overwhelming for all it can make you think about.
The Main Square is from what I've heard (I do not know if it is true) one of the biggest in Europe and is stunning, especially during Christmas time.
For the cities you can visit and be mesmerized and for the spicy food if you are a lover (not as Indian but still strong for me).

Why not to
Coming from a Portuguese, the cold during the Winter is unbelievable gelid.
People in general will not waste time making you feel welcomed. But you might be lucky and find the nicest.

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Since honesty is one of my biggest values, I will be honest. Obviously talking about the majority, I had a hard time with Poles. I did not feel welcomed in this country. I had never met people with such an absense of sympathy. I was absolutely unaware of the reality I was about to deel with. I came with a friend who suffered a lot with the starings and non acceptance of other cultures and/or colours. I shared my thoughts with others and they felt the same. I am aware that Portugal is known for the prestative and welcoming people but something in the between would have been more than enough. I am sorry for being cruelly honest about this but the way I saw my friend suffering was extremely unfair. Racism is one of the biggest stupidities present in our society and is still an issue. For the things I witnessed I can say it is still very present in this country. Unfortunetly my opinion about Poles is not the best but as someone said one day, "The more I travel, the more I like my home country".

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To every victim a joyful afterlife

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How to lose yourself in the absence of a guide.

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One of the greatest memories

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One of the main things you think about when you are moving to another country is the food. Being a person who does not appreciate a lot of things, I had some difficulties to find similar products from those I usually eat. The major one was not about the food but the water. Perhaps it sounds weird but the taste is different and the still water is very expensive. When it comes to local restaurants, I really enjoyed Koko. That chicken breast with mushroom sauce that I ate at the Orientation Week was strongly delicious. Thank you for making me eat there for the first time. But now let's talk about the major problem: spice. Being a person who is very intolerant of spice, I have some bad memories. I am obviously alive but sometimes I thought I was going to burn in the inside. No worries, I survived and in general my memories are mostly positive (and I will miss a lot grilled sausages that I ate but I still do not know how they are called).