Firemonkey

A swift flight from Sthlm skavsta I land in a cloudy wet Gdansk. Feels weird, not only because I was at work just a few hours ago, but also the familiar feeling of being on the road with just a small bag and myself again.. I missed that feeling.

Get picked up right outside the airport, guess my host is afraid I get abducted.. after all, this is new territory and who knows what lurks round the corner?

Some catching up later we check in. Or should I say check back?

We are hitting the beach area, Kaszuby, right in the middle of the Polish holiday and even if the rain is pouring down one family after another is walking down the street.

They stroll past the restaurants serving freshly fried fish right from the coal bed for a nickel and a dime, past the amusement field, past the high pines lining up..

I am told that the men here are getting fewer and fewer.

New times are rolling in and it transforms the strong proud polish men, now equipped with a baby stroller and the air of masculinity dissolved.

All the campsites and lodging houses are full but my host managed to book a caravan, or a trailer as they call it. When we arrive the site is filled with holidaymakers and we are pointed to a caravan that brings memories from my childhood.

Lets just say that it is very similar to the ones that the boys in blue raid every once in a while.

Inside we are met by a total preservation of the eighties! They say that you should try everything once, and now I can proudly check off leopard patterned bed sheets.

Seriously!?

We laugh so hard we fall over as we settle in.

The night is chilled, rain falling on our heads, but still an amazing sunset and a wide stretched beach with the pine forest lining it right up to the sandbanks.

I think I could find peace here.

As long as the weather stays like this, and the beach keeps from filling up with families and kids, all chatting in a language I can not even begin to make sense of..

In the morning a "Swedish table" is served for breakfast, mackerel, chicken and liver fighting for the space with the usual bread rolls, ham and cheese.

Anticipation is high, beer ice cold and Peggy Lee is setting the pace for another adventurous day in the unknown land.

Over and out from the Firemonkey, finally on the road again, finally chasing the moment, living it.

Living.