Hello! 

Today I'd like to share with you some of my reflections after my very first (sic!) visit in Spain. At the moment, when I start to write this post, I'm in Warsaw, waiting for a train to Poznań, already after spending more than 13 hours on journey…

                                                                                              

I was extremely nervous before I set out my trip, mostly because I'm afraid of flying. On one hand, I'm fascinated by planes and when I'm on board I feel some kind of a deep excitement caused by a huge amount of incredible impressions that I experiment while looking at the world from 11 km above the sea level. Every time the plane takes off it fascinates me just as it did the first time. On the other hand, I’m terrified of the inevitability of death which constantly reminds its presence by exit signs, life vests and oxygen masks. I know that it may sound ridiculous, but I can’t help it! I know that plane crashes are really rare; actually, planes are still incomparably safer than any other mean of transport. I’m also aware that emergency situations happen and usually they aren’t not dangerous. I know that my fear is absurd, but what do I do?

Well, I don’t actually know what scares me more – the fact that planes are just machines and they can always fail, or that I have to entrust my life to a stranger. Does it bother you too or is it just me being insane?

Actually, it doesn’t matter now, because I finally arrived, with no troubles and just a little bit of dizziness due to my low blood pressure.

There was also another reason for the anxiety I felt before the journey. I went to Valencia to participate in an international congress about madness in the work of Shakespeare, Cervantes and Llull, which was, actually, the first congress outside my University which I participated in. I was hoping that maybe this time being a musician would help me to deal with stress while reading in public – but, just as last year in Poznań – it didn’t help at all. Before I started, my hands were shaking, my legs were heavy and weak and I felt like I was going to faint. But finally I didn’t, so there’s at least one thing to be proud of.

And Valencia is such a beautiful city! As I wanted to listen to the majority of lectures, I had no time to visit any monuments, but at least I took a few long walks through the centre and some nice districts. I post below a photo of one of my favourite places: Pont des les Flors (Bridge of the Flowers). I’ve never seen such a beautiful bridge!  

And some vegan advertising just to finish this long post – don’t hesitate to visit Nomït restaurant. They have really good food and a nice library in the neighbourhood.