The tale of pandemic postcards.

The tale of pandemic postcards.

PART 1 – the lockdown. Most people got it bad when we went into lockdown. Loneliness, isolation and general panic (no toilet paper in the shops will, apparently, turn you into some kind of a crazy monster) spread in the blink of an eye. But 

The tale of the world before the pandemic.

The tale of the world before the pandemic.

Nothing is or is going to be the same anymore. The moment I’m writing this I was supposed to be somewhere on the west coast of the USA, but I’m not. Very shortly before all the borders were closed, we managed to escape to Portugal 

The tale of my perfect Valentine’s Day present.

The tale of my perfect Valentine’s Day present.

  He knows he cannot make me happy with material stuff. I’ve got all I need. But when it comes to travelling… I always squeal with joy. Bergamo. Bellagio. Varenna. Como. Asparagus risotto. Quattro formaggi pizza. Coffee. Cakes. Rosemary. Pomegranates. Tangerines. Italians seem to understand 

The tale of liberation in Hustopeče.

The tale of liberation in Hustopeče.

If I had to live in a different country in Europe, The Czech Republic would definitely be one of my top choices. Coming back was just a matter of time. And I don’t regret a single moment spent there. Vineyards. Fields. Return to innocence. Sudden 

The tale of the woods.

The tale of the woods.

My fascination with Puszcza Bukowa carries on. This time walking rather than cycling. It’s like an addiction. I’m addicted to nature, fresh air, freedom. To the woods. I should have been born a bear, a deer or at least a squirrel! 😀   P.s. I 

The tale of famous filters.

The tale of famous filters.

Everybody is crazy about Instagram. I don’t get it. I don’t need it, in fact. You can get a similar effect if you chat to your PS, the programme will do exactly the same thing that Instagram does. The satisfaction is incomperable.  

The tale of boredom.

The tale of boredom.

I am boring. I am a housewife. And I love it. Cooking for my man. Experimenting with different kinds of coffee. Planting cactuses. This weekend was only about home-made food (baked my first bread rolls on yeast and pizza). K. did not complain so I 

The tale of Zante’s plants.

The tale of Zante’s plants.

Continuation of Zante’s photos. Summer is gone and I started dreaming of the natural abundance. I could really live in a hot country (nevermind the sun allergy) as they have flowers, herbs and veggies all year round. Miss you Zante!

The tale of fading.

The tale of fading.

No time since I started my driving licence course. I’m gonna be hell of a crazy driver! Zante’s photos are still waiting for their turn, but today I decided to post some photos from K’s parents’ garden (taken in July). The calendar autumn will start 

The tale of Zante’s farm.

The tale of Zante’s farm.

Farms are even better than vegetable markets. Fresh fruit and vegetables straight from the field. Now that’s what you can call vegetarianism! 😀