Jagiellonian University, Krakow, Poland, May 2025

After my return from Caracas in April 2025, I had the joy of reconnecting with two places that are closest to my heart—Nowy Sącz, my hometown, and the historic city of Kraków. These quiet moments in southern Poland were a welcome interlude before continuing onward to new adventures. In between our travels to Malta and Uzbekistan, Mum and I spent a couple of lovely days in Kraków, which turned out to be especially memorable, as our visit coincided with 3rd May Constitution Day—a national holiday rich in symbolism and meaning for Poles everywhere.
 
Nowy Sącz – Where My Roots Are
 
As always, being back in Nowy Sącz brought a deep sense of grounding. The town’s location in the foothills of the Beskid Mountains and its layered cultural history make it a place where tradition and memory live side by side. Its Old Market Square, the family home, and the nearby hills are not just landmarks but emotional signposts that connect me to who I am and where I come from. This is a place where every street evokes stories—of childhood, family gatherings, friendships, and life’s turning points.
 
Kraków – A Pause with History and Celebration
 
Kraków, with all its splendour, greeted us with festive elegance. 3rd May is one of the most important holidays in Poland, commemorating the adoption of the Constitution of 3 May 1791—the first modern constitution in Europe and the second in the world, after the United States. It was a bold, visionary attempt to reform the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth, strengthening democratic governance and civil rights at a time when absolutism still dominated much of Europe.
 
Although the constitution’s effects were short-lived due to the eventual partitions of Poland, its legacy has remained deeply symbolic. For generations, the 3rd of May has represented hope, reform, and a proud moment of Polish intellectual and political courage. During communist times, celebrating the holiday was forbidden, and yet it remained alive in people’s hearts. Today, it’s an official public holiday and a cherished occasion for national pride.
 
Being in Kraków on this day made it all the more special. The city was buzzing with a gentle kind of festivity—Polish flags fluttering from balconies, choirs and orchestras performing patriotic songs in the open air, families enjoying the spring sunshine in the streets and parks. It felt like a celebration not just of history, but of continuity and resilience.
 
We focused our time on Kraków’s city centre, exploring the heart of the Old Town, which is one of the most beautiful and historically preserved medieval city centres in Europe. We admired the majestic Wawel Castle, once home to Polish kings and still a powerful symbol of sovereignty and nationhood. From there, we wandered along the Royal Route, through the Rynek Główny, with its Cloth Hall (Sukiennice) and St. Mary’s Basilica, both icons of Kraków’s grandeur.
 
A particularly meaningful stop was the Jagiellonian University, founded in 1364 and one of the oldest in the world. As we stood in the courtyard of the Collegium Maius, I reflected on how this very institution had nurtured the minds of thinkers, scientists, and leaders—including Copernicus—and how it continues to play a vital role in shaping the intellectual fabric of Poland.
 
A Meal to Remember
 
As the day warmed, Mum and I enjoyed a long and relaxing lunch at a Czech restaurant just off the main square. The food was comforting and generous—dumplings, hearty sauces, and cold drinks—and the setting gave us time to slow down, talk, and simply enjoy being in the moment. These shared meals in beautiful surroundings are often the memories that linger the longest. It was one of those small but perfect travel moments—unhurried, joyful, and full of connection.
 
A Perfect Pause
 
These days in Nowy Sącz and Kraków were not just a pause between travels—they were a return to the source, a reminder of what grounds me before continuing forward. Being back in familiar places, especially with Mum by my side, reminded me that home is not only where we come from, but where we feel known, rooted, and whole.
 
This visit also reminded me of the beauty and richness of Polish history, and how important it is to hold on to the moments of pride and resilience, just like the 3rd of May Constitution Day invites us to do.

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Fireworks over Valletta, Valletta, Malta, April 2025

In early May 2025, just a few weeks after my return from Venezuela, Mum and I embarked on a brief but beautiful escape—to the Mediterranean jewel of Malta. We boarded a direct flight from Kraków to Luqa International Airport, filled with excitement and curiosity. Although the trip lasted only three days, those days were filled to the brim—with exploration, sunlight, laughter, and meaningful time together.
 
This getaway was our opportunity to be fully present with one another after months apart. The chance to travel with Mum is always a privilege I deeply value. Whether in quiet conversations or shared silences while taking in a view, these moments together are never taken for granted. Malta, in all its golden beauty and cultural richness, offered the perfect setting for such moments.
 
Valletta – A Capital of Stone and Soul
 
We stayed in Valletta, Malta’s small but majestic capital. What it lacks in size, it makes up for in history, elegance, and atmosphere. Built by the Knights of St. John in the 16th century after the Great Siege, Valletta is a city of limestone ramparts, sun-drenched balconies, and narrow streets that echo with centuries of stories.
 
Everywhere we turned, there was something to marvel at—St. John’s Co-Cathedral, whose unassuming façade gives way to an explosion of Baroque splendour; the Grandmaster’s Palace, a reminder of Malta’s chivalric past; and the Upper Barrakka Gardens, where we paused to gaze over the Grand Harbour, feeling the warm breeze and watching ferries glide below. Valletta felt like a city suspended in time—its past ever-present, but not weighed down by it.
 
Even the everyday corners of the city—the quiet piazzas, the tucked-away cafés, the ornate door knockers on every street—told a story of a people rooted in tradition yet welcoming of the world. Malta’s dual identity as both European and uniquely Maltese is felt most strongly in Valletta. The Maltese language, with its Arabic, Italian, and English influences, echoes the island’s complex past, and yet everything feels easy to navigate and warm in spirit.
 
The South and East – Fishing Villages and Sea Caves
 
On our second day, we ventured beyond the capital to explore the southern and eastern parts of the island. Our first stop was the fishing village of Marsaxlokk, famous for its colourful luzzu boats bobbing in the bay. The boats—painted in rich shades of red, yellow, green, and blue—are not just beautiful but symbolic, each adorned with the Eye of Osiris to ward off bad luck at sea.
 
The promenade was alive with life—open-air cafés, locals selling honey and lace, children playing along the shore. We had a delicious seafood lunch and watched as the market bustled with both locals and curious visitors. Mum and I found ourselves chatting for hours, watching the ebb and flow of life around us, enjoying the simplicity of being far away from routine.
 
Later that day, we visited the Blue Grotto, a series of natural sea caves on the southwestern coast. The water, reflecting the sunlight against the white limestone, glowed in shades of cobalt and turquoise. We took a short boat ride beneath the cliffs, and the moment felt almost surreal—nature at its most artful. It reminded us how much beauty can exist in quiet, hidden corners of the world.
 
Gozo and the Blue Lagoon – Malta’s Natural Gems
 
On our final day, we joined a small group tour to Gozo and Comino, two of Malta’s smaller islands, and a world apart from the capital’s buzz. Gozo immediately enchanted us with its peaceful landscapes, terraced fields, and slower pace of life. We visited the Citadel in Victoria, a fortified city with panoramic views of the island, and wandered through quaint villages with churches that seemed far grander than their surroundings would suggest.
 
In Gozo, time seemed to move more gently. People greeted one another in the streets. The scent of citrus and wild herbs lingered in the air. Mum and I both felt it—a kind of quiet magic that comes with simplicity and space to breathe.
 
From Gozo, we continued on to Comino’s Blue Lagoon—a place that almost defies description. The water was so clear and so blue that it felt like we had stepped into a painting. We swam and relaxed on the rocks, letting the sun warm our faces. Surrounded by shimmering sea and pale cliffs, it was the perfect way to conclude our visit.
 
Malta – A Place of Many Layers
 
What makes Malta truly fascinating is not only its beauty, but its depth. Despite being one of Europe’s smallest countries, it has layer upon layer of history and influence: from prehistoric temples older than the pyramids to the legacies of Phoenicians, Romans, Arabs, Normans, and the British. The Knights of St. John left an indelible mark—not only in architecture but also in the ethos of service and resilience that seems to characterise the Maltese people. The country’s dual linguistic identity—Maltese and English—adds to its accessibility, while its Mediterranean heart gives it warmth in every interaction.
 
Even in such a short time, Malta left a lasting impression on both of us. It was a place where the ancient and modern coexist gracefully, where every stone holds a story, and where every meal, sunset, and conversation felt a little more vivid.
 
More than anything, it was the time with Mum that made the trip truly special. Exploring a new country side by side, learning together, talking without hurry—it was a reminder of how travel deepens connection not only with the world, but with the people we share it with.
 
This May weekend in Malta was a brief chapter in our journey, but one we will remember for years. It marked the beginning of my holiday season in 2025, and it couldn’t have begun on a better note: with sunshine, discovery, and the quiet joy of being together.

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Krynica Górska, Poland, April 2025

After the long journey from Caracas to Nowy Sącz in April 2025, I wanted nothing more than to spend some peaceful, joyful time with my mother. To celebrate our reunion and the beginning of my holidays, we decided to take a day trip to one of the most charming places in southern Poland—Krynica-Zdrój. It turned out to be a perfect choice.
 
The day was everything we could have hoped for: bright spring sunshine, lush greenery everywhere, and a vibrant atmosphere as people flocked to enjoy the beauty of the season. Together, we talked, laughed, and simply savoured each other’s company, grateful for the moments of closeness after months apart.
 
Krynica-Zdrój, often referred to simply as Krynica, is one of Poland’s most beloved spa towns, known for its healing mineral waters and stunning architecture. Nestled in the foothills of the Beskid Sądecki mountains, the town combines natural beauty with elegant charm. Krynica’s history as a spa resort dates back to the 19th century, when it became a fashionable destination for those seeking rest and recuperation. Even today, it retains a nostalgic air of a bygone era, while still welcoming visitors with modern amenities.
 
One of the highlights of our visit was taking the delightful little funicular railway to the top of Góra Parkowa. The “Góra Parkowa train,” as it is affectionately known, has been carrying visitors up the hill since 1937. The ride, though short, is a journey into another world: as we ascended, the panorama of Krynica opened up below us, bathed in spring light. At the top, we strolled around the Parkowa Mountain Park, enjoying the views, the fresh mountain air, and the simple pleasure of being surrounded by nature.
 
Back in the centre of Krynica, we wandered through its beautifully preserved streets. The architecture of the town is a feast for the eyes—an eclectic blend of Art Nouveau, Swiss-style wooden villas, and historic spa houses. Among the gems are the Old Spa House (Stary Dom Zdrojowy) with its grandiose façade, and the picturesque Wooden Pump Room (Pijalnia Główna), where visitors can still sample the town’s famous mineral waters. Every corner of Krynica seemed to whisper stories of its golden age, when it was frequented by writers, artists, and aristocrats seeking health and inspiration.
 
After spending a few wonderful hours exploring, we decided to extend our adventure and return to Nowy Sącz via Muszyna, driving along the enchanting road that hugs the Polish-Slovak border. The scenery was breathtaking—gentle hills, dense forests, and the winding Poprad River creating a serene landscape that felt untouched by time.
 
On the way, we passed through Żegiestów, a once-renowned spa town that shares the same cultural and geographical tapestry as Krynica. Żegiestów, like much of this border region, is steeped in a rich, complex history, blending Polish, Slovak, and Lemko traditions. Though quieter than Krynica today, its old spa buildings and natural beauty hint at its former splendour. The entire Polish-Slovak borderland is an area of unique charm, where cultures meet and nature reigns supreme.
 
As we drove home, with the sun slowly setting behind the hills, both Mum and I felt a deep sense of contentment. It had been a simple day, but a profoundly beautiful one—a celebration of family, spring, and the deep roots that connect us to home.
 
This trip to Krynica was not just a lovely excursion; it was the perfect beginning to my holiday, a gentle and heartwarming reminder of the simple joys that matter most.

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Okecie Airport, Warsaw, Poland, April 2025

In April 2025, I embarked on a long-awaited month-long holiday, a journey that would take me from Caracas, Venezuela, to my hometown of Nowy Sącz in Poland. This album captures the essence of that journey through the airports I passed along the way—each one a gateway not just to another destination, but to emotions, memories, and small rituals that have accompanied me throughout my life.
 
Airports have always been an integral part of my story. They are places where excitement and nostalgia intertwine, where the thrill of new adventures meets the bittersweetness of departures and reunions. I love airports for the promise they hold—the unknown that lies just beyond the gate—and for the simple joy of people-watching: observing countless stories unfolding in every smile, every farewell, every hurried step.
 
The journey began at Caracas International Airport (Simón Bolívar International Airport), often referred to simply as Maiquetía. With its chaotic charm, it mirrors the spirit of Venezuela itself—vibrant, sometimes unpredictable, but always full of life. As I waited for my flight, the Caribbean breeze sneaking into the terminal reminded me how close Caracas lies to the sea, and how departures from here always feel a little more tropical, a little more emotional.
 
Next came Lisbon Airport (Humberto Delgado Airport), my gateway into Europe. Lisbon’s airport, though modest in size compared to some major hubs, carries a warmth and friendliness that reflects Portugal’s character. It feels less like a machine and more like a welcoming parlour, where the smell of coffee and pastel de nata sweetens even the longest layovers. Passing through Lisbon, I could sense the Atlantic’s spirit, the legacy of explorers who once sailed into the unknown.
 
From Lisbon, I flew into Warsaw Chopin Airport, Poland’s busiest and most important air hub. Named after the beloved composer, the airport strikes a balance between modern efficiency and a distinctly Polish soul. Walking through its corridors, I felt an overwhelming sense of returning to my roots—the familiar language, the familiar faces, the rhythm of life that, no matter how far I travel, always pulls me back. Warsaw’s airport is like Poland itself: proud, resilient, and deeply human.
 
The final leg of my air journey took me to Kraków John Paul II International Airport, a place smaller but filled with a special kind of warmth. Kraków’s airport feels almost personal, reflecting the historic city it serves. It carries with it a sense of tradition, quiet dignity, and a hint of excitement, knowing that home lies just beyond the horizon. Landing there felt like stepping through a portal from my wider world travels into the embrace of my own past and present.
 
And finally, after these many transitions, I reached my destination: Nowy Sącz. The town where my roots are deepest, where every corner tells a story of family, growth, and belonging.
 
This album, with its snapshots from terminals and gates, is not just about the airports themselves. It is about the movement they represent—the in-betweens that shape our journeys as much as the destinations do.

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In the train departing tor Seville, Madrid, Spain, March 2025

In March 2025, I travelled from Caracas to Spain for a week—an important journey filled with meaning. I went to visit Leo, my dear Venezuelan friend, to check on how he was settling into his new life in Spain. It was his first time living in Europe, and I was eager to see how he was adapting to this new chapter.

The trip was also a chance to spend time with Marta and her family in Boadilla del Monte, outside of Madrid. Marta has been a key figure in supporting Leo’s transition and is a truly special person in my life—more like a sister than a friend.

A Getaway to Seville – Andalusia’s Crown Jewel

Together with Leo, we took the train to Seville and spent three days exploring this magical city. From the moment we arrived, Seville enchanted us with its warmth, history, and vibrant energy.
• We wandered through the Santa Cruz quarter, with its narrow streets, hidden courtyards, and flower-draped balconies.
• The Cathedral of Seville and the Giralda Tower were breathtaking. We climbed to the top for a sweeping view of the city’s rooftops and distant hills.
• One of the true highlights was visiting the Real Alcázar, a palace of extraordinary beauty. Its blend of Islamic and Christian architecture, the tranquil gardens, and the intricate tilework left us speechless.
• We also took a boat cruise along the Guadalquivir River, which Leo especially loved. Floating gently along the water, passing under historic bridges and alongside colourful buildings, offered a whole new perspective on the city. The breeze, the light, the calm of the river—it was a perfect moment.
• We walked along Plaza de España, admired its grandeur, and even sat by the canal watching families and street musicians bring the square to life.

Seville was a place where we could both relax, explore, and reflect. The time there felt like a gift—joyful, soulful, and full of beauty.

Home with Marta – Boadilla del Monte

After returning from Seville, we stayed in Boadilla del Monte with Marta and her family. Even though it rained nearly the entire time, we still enjoyed every minute. Marta’s home is filled with warmth, kindness, and laughter. We shared stories, meals, and quiet moments—something I deeply appreciated.

Boadilla itself, despite the gloomy weather, has its own charm. With green spaces, historic buildings, and a peaceful atmosphere, it offered a perfect setting for reconnecting and regrouping before heading back.

It was truly moving to see Leo being supported by such generous people, and despite missing Venezuela, he is beginning to find his way in this new world.

A Meaningful Visit

Soon it was time to return to Caracas. But I left Spain feeling proud of Leo, grateful to Marta and her family, and reminded of the strength of friendship. This trip was more than a visit—it was a reminder of how people carry each other across borders, with kindness, patience, and love.

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Venezuela in 2025

As 2025 begins, I look forward to another year of living and working in Caracas, a city that continues to fascinate and surprise me. While most of my time will be spent in the capital, where my office is based, I hope to explore more of Venezuela—a country of stunning landscapes, rich culture, and incredible resilience.

I feel grateful to be part of a dedicated team, working alongside colleagues from the EU Delegation and humanitarian partners who are committed to supporting communities across the country. The challenges are significant, but so is the determination and solidarity of those working to make a difference.

With the year ahead, I hope to deepen my understanding of Venezuela, from its bustling cities to its remote regions, and to continue discovering the stories, history, and warmth that make this country so unique.

Here’s to another year of learning, exploring, and meaningful work!

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Christmas decorations, La Guaira, Venezuela, December 2024

At the end of December 2024, I had the chance to spend a memorable evening in La Guaira, a charming coastal town just outside Caracas. My friend Giovanni was kind enough to drive me there and show me around, making the visit even more special.

A Town Steeped in History and Colonial Beauty

La Guaira is a living piece of Venezuelan history, boasting a beautifully restored colonial old town that transports visitors to a bygone era. The streets are lined with pastel-coloured buildings, their wrought iron balconies and wooden shutters adding to the old-world charm. Under the warm glow of the setting sun, the town feels almost like a painting, where history and modern life blend seamlessly.
• The cobblestone streets are dotted with quaint cafés and small restaurants, perfect for a leisurely stroll or a quiet meal.
• The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and local delicacies mingles with the salty sea breeze, creating an atmosphere that is both relaxing and invigorating.
• As the evening progresses, the town’s plazas come to life, filled with locals chatting, laughing, and even dancing spontaneously to traditional Venezuelan music.

The Tragedia de Vargas – A Story of Resilience

Despite its beauty, La Guaira carries a heavy history. The town was severely impacted by the devastating “Tragedia de Vargas” in 1999, when torrential rains triggered catastrophic mudslides, destroying entire neighbourhoods and leaving thousands dead or displaced.

Yet, La Guaira’s people refused to be defined by disaster. The town has slowly rebuilt itself, and today, its restored streets, thriving businesses, and vibrant community spirit stand as a testament to resilience and renewal.

The Scenic Drive from Caracas to the Coast

The journey from Caracas to La Guaira is an experience in itself. The road winds down from the mountains towards the Caribbean coast, offering:
• Breathtaking views of both urban barrios and lush tropical landscapes.
• Street art and murals that tell stories of Venezuelan identity and history.
• Dramatic glimpses of the sea, where the coastline stretches endlessly against the horizon.

Beyond La Guaira – Coastal Escapes

For those with more time, La Guaira is also the gateway to beautiful nearby beaches.
• Macuto – A relaxed seaside area, known for its boardwalk, seafood restaurants, and scenic ocean views.
• Catia La Mar – A popular destination for beach lovers and surfers, offering a mix of local markets, fresh seafood, and vibrant beach culture.

A Town That Leaves an Impression

La Guaira is a place where history, resilience, and community converge. It is a town that has endured great hardship yet remains full of life, culture, and beauty.

As I left La Guaira that evening, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the experience—for the chance to walk its historic streets, witness its spirit of renewal, and take in the breathtaking coastal scenery.

This visit was a reminder of Venezuela’s remarkable ability to blend past and present, struggle and strength, sorrow and joy—all within a single sunset.

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Animal Flower Cave Road, Barbados, December 2024

At the beginning of December 2024, after an incredible stopover in Trinidad and Tobago, I arrived in Barbados for a week-long retreat—a much-needed break from the intensity of life in Caracas. From the moment I stepped off the plane, the island’s warmth, turquoise waters, and golden sands embraced me, offering the perfect escape.

Barbados – A Blend of Nature and History

Barbados is more than just a tropical paradise; it’s an island where natural beauty, colonial heritage, and vibrant culture come together seamlessly. While the beaches are undoubtedly stunning, what struck me most was the diversity of landscapes—from the calm, picture-perfect western shores to the wild, rugged coastline of the east, where Atlantic waves crash dramatically against the cliffs.

Exploring Bridgetown – A UNESCO Treasure

With a rental car, I had the freedom to explore beyond the usual tourist spots, and my first stop was Bridgetown, the island’s historic capital. Recognised as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, Bridgetown’s charm lies in its colonial-era architecture, lively streets, and deep-rooted history.
• The Parliament Buildings, with their neo-Gothic design, stood as proud reminders of Barbados’ political heritage.
• Walking through the Garrison Savannah, I could almost hear echoes of the island’s past as a British military stronghold.
• The city’s markets and waterfront promenade were filled with locals and visitors, creating a bustling yet relaxed atmosphere.

Bridgetown isn’t just about history—it’s a living, breathing city, where past and present blend effortlessly.

Barbados Beyond the City – Gardens, Coastlines, and Hidden Gems

Venturing further into the interior of the island, I discovered a landscape of rolling hills and lush tropical greenery, a stark yet serene contrast to the coastline.
• Hunte’s Gardens – A botanical masterpiece, this hidden oasis felt like stepping into a magical world. With winding pathways, towering palms, and bursts of vibrant flowers, it was an intimate and peaceful escape.
• Andromeda Botanic Gardens – This place offered a more wild, untamed beauty, with an incredible variety of tropical plants and breathtaking views of the Atlantic coast.

These gardens were not just about plants—they were places to slow down, breathe deeply, and appreciate the richness of Barbadian nature.

A Special Tribute – Visiting Rihanna Drive

A visit to Rihanna Drive was a must. Seeing the humble beginnings of one of the world’s biggest superstars, I couldn’t help but feel inspired. The street, named in honour of Barbados’ most famous cultural icon, was alive with local pride, a reminder of how talent and perseverance can take someone from a small island to global stardom.

Barbadian Cuisine – A Feast for the Senses

No Caribbean adventure is complete without indulging in local flavours, and Barbados did not disappoint.
• Fresh seafood was a constant delight—grilled lobster, flying fish, and mahi-mahi, all prepared with bold Caribbean spices.
• At beachside shacks, I enjoyed simple yet delicious fish cakes, packed with flavour.
• The highlight? The famous Friday night fish fry in Oistins—a lively gathering where locals and visitors come together to enjoy freshly grilled fish, music, and the island’s joyful energy.

Moments of Peace and Reflection

Beyond the exploration and culinary adventures, Barbados offered something even greater—tranquillity. Whether it was:
• Walking on an empty stretch of beach at sunrise.
• Driving along the coastal roads with the ocean breeze in my hair.
• Chatting with friendly locals, whose stories and warmth made the island feel even more special.

This trip wasn’t just a holiday; it was a reminder of the joy of slowing down, connecting with nature, and appreciating the present moment.

Leaving Barbados – A Heart Full of Gratitude

After a week of sun, sea, culture, and relaxation, I boarded my flight back to Caracas, feeling happy and refreshed. Barbados had given me the perfect reset, and I knew that one day, I would return to its shores.

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