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Congrats! Spring is here! It officially started last Friday at 15:46 local time. Statistics show this winter was the coldest in 13 years. But numbers can’t reflect how fucking depressing it felt to a human being. So, maybe my pictures will do.
I started bitching well in advance, just like I do each year. But I didn’t expect it would be that bad — like the absolute worst I’ve seen in my seven years in Poland.
Where I come from, winters used to be 20° colder and lasted up to six months. But at least there was more than zero sunlight a month, and sunsets were not at 15:30.
People seemed happy we finally got snowdrifts in Krakow. But I’ve seen enough of this white shit in my life, so I’d rather keep it an optional mountain experience.
Of course I’m exaggerating — it wasn’t all that bad, and we had a chance to escape to Portugal for three weeks. But even with that break, it felt like an eternity.
Early in March we headed to Madrid to get ourselves an early spring. But even one of the sunniest fucking cities in Europe turned out exceptionally bleak this year!
But then, if not for the rain and cold, we wouldn’t have visited every art gallery in Madrid, missing all the Brueghels, Boschs, Caravaggios, Tintorettos and Tizianos.
And if not for the winter itself, we wouldn’t get to enjoy the spring so much, right?
