Zapada, omat, nea...

What could more beautiful and romantic than the first snow when it takes you by surprise and the snow flakes are huge and dense. I was thrilling at 2am when getting out of CK Browar after 5-6 hours of 'beering' it has taken me by surprise. It's been unusually cold yesterday (I had bought a scarf to ease my neck from the stinging Krakowian cold that had come too soon for me), but still I couldn't expect it. Nevertheless it didn't stop me from enjoying it like a lunatic jumping with Maria in a crazy dance in chase of these gigantic flakes like I had never seen before (at least she's not very used to snow). The others could not keep themselves from laughing at our unusual dance right in the heart of the city, a dance that to the people passing by seemed rather a busker's performance than a delighting personal experience.
At about 4am, as we were getting out of Kitsch it had already stopped and the snow was laying on the branches of the previously naked trees and on the cars. It was a good reason for a first snow fight. I must admit, I surrendered easily. We eventually retreated to a warmer place with snow melting in our collars and in our souls.
It has rashly melted right after dawn, and with it our winter mood. It was then when I realized that it is hardly past mid-October and that I should be worried at least as much as I was happy. I hope I'll survive. After all, it's Poland not Scandinavia.

Argument

More than half a year ago I decided to start blogging just to tell stories about a nice period in my life and my post-Erasmus experiences. I called the blog 'Erasmorphosising Europe' being proud of creating a previously unexisting word and a concept as well. Although I never wrote about the absolutely great time that I had as an Erasmus student in the pasta and pizza homeland, I posted a few experiences during my hitchhike travels to Poland, including a pretty harsh post about the Hungarians evoking their anti-Romanian history. I eventually erased them. Anyway, it's almost clear that the blog had no history, as I am also not very fond of this kind of literature (still). Now, however, since it seems that I'm going to continue living abroad, I'm starting to consider it an useful tool to share happy moments, frustrations and other experiences with faraway friends. After all, I have been bragging that my stay in Poland is almost like a second Erasmus scholarship, from the fun point of view. First of all I considered changing the concept, making the title ambivalent - obviously, it's not only about me 'Erasmophosising' Europe, it's also about me getting changed.
Let's all see if it works out fine this time. Obviously, I need your help, since I'm not planning to be a narcissistic writer. Or at least not anymore, because up to now I've been pretty shy about all the kinds of literature I wrote.