postcards from CancĂșn, Mexico | 28-310716

To be honest, my presence in Mexico was one of two most spontaneous parts of my holidays. I was supposed to fly from States to Cuba to stay there for like 2 weeks with my aunt, which I was really excited about (and after the actual trip I still am tbh), to travel with her and use my superpower language skills (whaddup Spanish). But, as for now, there are still no direct flights from USA to Cuba. So, you have to transfer either somewhere in South America or in Mexico. The Mexico transfer tickets were cheaper, so I assumed I'm just going to do that. But then I sat down and thought; in this case I'll just hop off the plane and hop on on another in like an hour. In fucking MEXICO. This would be such a waste.

So I looked some stuff up, estimated the cost of like a 2-3 day stopover and picked up the phone. That was the hardest part if you ask me, because let's say that, I called my mom being like, heeeeey, mooooom, so I was thinking about that - just don't panic - just like thinking about that, you know, it's just like an idea, so how about I stay in Mexico for few days? Aka hey mom, yeah, I know I'm traveling alone but what do you think about getting killed by some drug related mafia shit because stereotypes. Although, on the other hand, when I was already there, people on the street were asking me if I want to buy some cocaina. Politely declined.

Mexico was amazing and I'm am not exaggerating a little bit. Even though I only spent 3 days there, and that the city I was staying in was the touristy kind of spot, so that's not really my deal, but I chose it because of the following the touristy part bigger safety rate. But I'm super sure I'll be back to visit the rest of the country because when I got away from the crowded, popular places it really felt authentic and I just fell in love with almost everything that I've seen there - architecture, people, food (god fucking dammit those were the best quesadillas in my whole life and they were cheaper than a bottle of water in Poland), nature, I would say language but we have an ongoing 6 years old toxic relationship (ok jk, love ya Spanish). 

And I have to say, traveling alone has it's pros and cons, but one of the biggest advantages is just experiencing the kindness of strangers and I'm not talking the "hey girl do you want some candy from my white van" kind of shit, that I'm trying to stay as away far as I can from. The house that I booked in Mexico turned out to be literally the most heartwarming place and it felt like home from the second I walked in; plus, I was expecting to just wander around the city alone for few days and I ended up not being by myself at all, because you just meet all kinds of people everywhere and sometimes they show you the best coffee in Mexico and teach you surprisingly odd boxing tricks. And I'm going to die really soon because now I want both the quesadillas and the coffee. Fuck.

So here is a tiny little piece of my Mexican getaway, I hope you can feel the spirit of this vibrant place because it's just sooo good and colorful and sugar and spice and everything nice.
And I'm always super late with posting anything here, but just in case you love me that much my Instagram is always super up to date and like, really cool. #getthatpromo 
Cheers, nos vemos

P.S. I just also remembered the Mexican version of beer which consists of beer, of course, tomato juice and lime. I'm going to loot the fridge now ok

 pics by moi

don't ask how but this was the it song


big spender | budapest 060616

So this thing happened more than two months ago but I'm a human version of whatever comes to your head after saying the world "chaos" out loud, and also it feels nice to look at those pictures and wonder how many things happened since that time.
I just came back from the Mexico-Cuba-Cayman Island trip two days ago, shit was crazy m8, I feel like sleeping in for a next week because it was the high speed mode all over and SO many adventures that I basically like, can't even.
But the pics today are from Budapest, where I went for few days with my friend in June, and I have to say that usually I can tell if I'll like the place after a little while, but Budapest was a mistery from the beginning to the end. Differently from many others European capitals it's vibe wasn't only about the astonishing architecture and overall the breathtaking scenery blah blah; it felt like more than that, the city has it's ups and downs and actually the presence of some disadvantages made it more alive. I'm pretty sure I'll be going back there, and for now I still have some photos left to remind me of the Hungarian spirit (talking about Hungary; don't expect to get a word out of that language. Usually, when you're a European, speaking, let's say, your native language and English, plus maybe something more you can get the slightest idea what the hell is going on in almost any place in Europe. Well, that's not happening this time.
So, incidentally, I was pulling off the mexican aura in a bold red dress and gold hoop earrings (what's good, Fergie?), without knowing yet that I'll end up in the actual Mexico in less than two months from that day. What an amazing fucking rollercoaster. I love this so much.
Cheeeers yo
P.S. Yes, I a m wearing a festival wristband because I'm a music junkie and I do that sue me

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