Category: Celebrating Life
Ready? Last day in Warsaw.
Woke up, booked a table in a restaurant, got into a cab.. and got a phonecall “Come here, we made lasagna!”. So the cab changed the course to Kris and Piotr’s place, where we had lasagna and hung out, before going for a small shopping spree where Avina got her hat. Kris dropped us off back at home, we visited the pool and spent the rest of the evening watching rental movies and enjoying the little luxuries and laziness that room service provides.
Well, at least until 10pm.
Because we did go out dancing, of course. Prosecco and snacks in Aïoli first where we realized that half of the group had been too tired to join us for another night of insanity, so we went for “Bubble Boom” shots with candyliqueur and sprinkles at Sketch by Night. The night was blue, pink and intense.
Next morning Piotr and Kris drove us to the airport. I seriously think they belong to the category of some of best people on earth. So much love! By 8pm, after a busride from the airport, we had arrived home in Stockholm. Avina, her hat, and I. Exhausted. Happy. Done.
Blood, shots and kisses. This is Warsaw by night.
On our second night in Warsaw we had the entire group with us. We first met for dinner in Der Elefant and did it the way it’s done in Warsaw – a lot of love, a lot of different clubs, and breakfast in Lemon, of course.
Somebody dropped a broken glass on my arm from the second floor in one of the clubs, so I got bandage on the cut and looked like Lara Croft (Oh, I wish!) for the rest of the night. Anyway, after Der Elefant, we went to a really nice bar that I don’t know the name of (guys, help!), then we visited a really nice club called Syreni Spiew, which is kind of like a house in a park with live music and a great athmosphere – and then we danced for a while in de lite, where the whole glass incident happened, and then we ended in Klubokawiarnia, which unfortunately has changed a lot since I used to go there. At least there were dancing poles so one of our friends had a lot of fun as she does pole dancing for sports – we were more than entertained. After finally having breakfast at Lemon in the morning hours, we got back to the hotel and took the elevator up to our room on the 30th floor. There, we found ourselves completely embedded in white – and that’s where we went to sleep. Among the clouds.
Warszawa – the first 24 hours
So we arrived in Warsaw by 9pm on Thursday night last week, and took the 5 minute walk from the Central Station to the hotel, where our friends Piotr and Kris were waiting for us. We checked in, opened the bottle of wine that welcomed us in the room, went for a swim in the hotel pool and went out dancing. The night ended in Lemon, the 24hour bar where all Warsaw nights tend to end and I was reminiscing the nights in 2006 when I used to go there with Bumbi, Sofie and other friends. The next morning we went out to meet Piotr and his colleagues for lunch (breakfast!) and wine, and then walked around Warszawa all day – looking at beautiful things, trying on wigs, drinking champagne, enjoying the wonderful weather, and riding the tramway. Just like any normal day in Warsaw. No, seriously – it was one of those memorable perfect days, where things are just smooth and easy. Warsaw is good at delivering that. Dziekuje!
Berlin – Bedjumping, Electrodancing and Street Art.
I expected street art and dark strange rooms with loud electronic music when thinking of Berlin. We got that – and a little more.
Berlin was easy to move around in with its great ubahn system, although we managed to go in the wrong direction a couple of times, we didn’t care much though – our three days were mostly unplanned and we walked around, stepped into very random music performances and went out dancing. I wish I could have taken photos of the places we danced at, but photography was strictly forbidden and my camera battery was kept by the guards. We were lucky with the hotel breakfast which opened early enough for us to enjoy once we were back from our nights out, because we basically lived by night in Berlin, as it’s supposed to be experienced – but we also managed to hang out with Avina’s cousin Chia, visit the Berlin wall memorial, the Mauerpark fleamarket, meet with my friend Annika who I got to know at Corn Island in Nicaragua earlier this year and dance with my old friend Mary from Barcelona. Berlin, this very creative and contrast-filled city, has been on my list of places to photograph since forever – and I was not dissappointed.
