Nothing beats a rebel… 

… even the (British) Empire 😉 

My last minutes in London were full of running: I keep forgetting that there’s a long way between the security check and gates which usually ends in me panicking and running towards the gate. It seems that this is my personal Stansted Tradition®. 
See you, London! I’ll miss you! 

Boeing 737-800 is ready to depart. 

WMI > STN

Or: I’m traveling again (though this time it’s a really short trip to London: Sunday to Thursday). 

I was told that weather in London is quite depressing: cold and rainy (what’s new? ;)) but I’m really tired of this winter-y winter we have in Poland*, so I’m looking forward to this change. 

My city yesterday (14/01/2017)

My flight is in an hour and I’ve been waiting on this (small and crowded) airport for some time, which means I’m really bored and have nothing to do. I should be learning as I have lots of homework due Friday but this airport isn’t a good place for such things (not enough space for passengers and only two tiny coffee places). Plus, I’m yet to discover a good method for learning hiragana and katakana without writing individual chars. I feel like my mind is too old for that 😉 

Oh, it’s snowing (AGAIN) outside. 

There is this one thing I love about airports (apart from the name: air port – how cool is that?!): number of different languages you can hear in an hour, just sitting there and waiting for your flight. I especially like hearing languages I don’t recognize (= not European). If I were an extrovert, I would make a list of all languages and then try to ‘collect’ the ones I heard by asking ppl speaking in something I don’t recognize about their language/dialect. But I’m not, so I’ll stick to guessing (and occasionally trying to take a peek at someone’s passport). 

*This MIGHT have something to do with the fact that my fav winter shoes got destroyed by a train few weeks ago and all my other shoes are really uncomfortable.