do widzenia Polska/ bonjour la France

A week ago, exactly, I was carrying my house on my back, or trying to anyway, 'cos it was far too heavy and I was just going nuts...
that was before I was charged a lot of money for extra luggage... by that time, I was close to delirium...
and I hadn't even got onto the Paris métro yet... flippin' atrocious heat and carriages filled with rush hour commuters... needless to say, I did cry when I got off...
so yep, leaving Kielce brought back a condensed version of the year's emotions, but oh man, was I glad and relieved when I put my bags down and downed a cool and expensive beer at the end of the journey...
I have found myself missing Poland, though... and I think I owe that to the fact that I can't relate it in a way that would make me feel: yeah, that's what it's like...
It's incredibly difficult to explain and describe, objectively (relatively), what a foreign country is like... what it's inspired etc.
so, all I feel I can say, without betraying any Pole, any Rynek and any plateful of bigos, is:
book a cheap flight/ go there/ enjoy/ tell me all about it/
If you can................................................................................