By Karolina Grela

"There's no place like.."

 

There's no place like Poland. As you get out of the airplane you can smell the warm loving welcome. People are kind, they help you with your luggage and translate for you. The breeze smells like the nature has awakened. You see people farming, cows mooing, neighbors talking to each other, chickens and dogs walking again the streets, and the best part is getting to drive the tractor into the forest and back. When going into the forest all you see are different kind of trees, from small to big, short to tall, and the different smells of each tree. There are blueberries and raspberries growing on the bushes, ready to be eaten. As we got further into the forest we would chop wood, so the our house can be warm for winter. After all that work we would settle down and make a fire os that we can cook some sausages. After that long day of work we are ready to go back home and unpack the woods in the barn, and chop it, for it the be reay for the winter.