My boyfriend Floret can easily confirm – since early morning hours I have been gloomy, moody and whiny. I had 19 post drafts on my WordPress account and I couldn’t force myself to finish any. On top of that, couldn’t find anything else to occupy my mind with either – after all, I invested a lot of time in this Blog and seeing myself loose focus so early on, just at the beginning of my adventure with blogging, was quite depressing.
After lunch we decided to go visit my mom – she is feeling quite under the weather recently and I thought bringing her a little bit of homemade, vegetarian soup would make her feel a lot better. She was very thankful and, as a result, I felt less gloomy as well.
Floret loves ice-cream, he LOVES ice-cream – actually he ate an entire box on Saturday, so I thought it would be nice to get him some. We drove to Wilanow Palace in Warsaw, and since we heard some microphone enhanced voices, we decided to check it out.
The Wilanow Palace in Warsaw.
It turned out we are currently celebrating days of one of Polish Kings: Jan III Sobieski, who happened to build this beautiful Palace for his wife in XVII century. The Palace is the oldest museum of art in my country, established in 1805, by the hand of then-current owners Aleksanda and Stanisław Potocki. To my amusement, public access to the museum continues ever since – the place is simply stunning and is probably one of the few buildings that have survived World War II. It would be such a pity if it got destroyed! Surely it’s a must see for all the tourists in Warsaw.
My mood improved visibly. I love all sorts of events – I know, I sound like my grandma now – but honestly, when people meet up and celebrate, spend leisure time organizing activities so that others can have fun on Sunday – that makes me very glad. It reminds me of Midsomer Murders, you know, the British Crime Drama that revolves around people being murdered in the Midsomer County. I grew up watching all the episodes (within first 10 seconds I can tell you exactly who the murderer is and why – I watched it so many times), learning English in the process and I always marvelled at how each episode had some great event in it: Spanish festival with flamenco dances, meeting with famous writers, cricket games, opening of the summer and so on, and I missed it here in Poland. Fortunately, now the tide turned and a lot of events are organized here as well.
I love how sculptures here are carved with such a great attention to detail. When I first moved to Warsaw in Secondary School I was so amazed by it my best friend and I spent an entire day looking at all the angels and lions. She later on went to study Art at the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw and I still have her pencil drawings of Wilanow Sculptures – currently I am waiting for her to get famous to become a millionaire.
The sign above the gate says “speak of how nice it is to forget the troubles of life” by Horace, the leading Roman poet. In this context I think it was supposed to mean: “forget about the worries of life when you enter this beautiful garden”, since the gate leads straight to 45 hectares of garden in various styles including a double-level Baroque garden and an English landscape park. Unfortunately, this time we were not able to enter – apparently our “King” ate dinner with all the other actors. First chance I get, I have to revisit the garden, because I’m very curious how the natural lake inside looks like and what flowers they planted this year.
For the celebration local Floristic School put all these beautiful bouquettes everywhere around the courtyard. I love flowers, obviously, and I very much enjoyed how they presented these. Also, I found out that next week the museum organizes a “king’s breakfast” in the park and Warsaw University professor in cooperation with local restaurant chefs will prepare real, historic breakfest of the King, so I already made plans to visit and check it out.
In the meantime we were also lucky enough to be gifted some great food samples: Floret got a cake with zucchini flowers stuffed with cheese and I got strawberry mousse with real, edible flowers. It was a very interesting taste and I’m glad I got a chance to try, although I don’t think I would repeat that pleasure – the taste was just so very… specific.
On our way out we, as usually, revisited the mausoleum of Aleksandra and Stanisław Potocki, as you remember the owners of the palace who launched the museum 200 years ago. I think it’s beautiful and it always brings me into a little bit of melancholic mood.
We came for ice-cream and we got some. Also I got a feeling I have to start using hand-cream – my skin is so dry! Any suggestions which I can use?
I very much enjoyed my evening at the Palace and my mood is now back to normal.
I had some time to think about how our moods change during the day – and I don’t mean “us” as women, but “us” as people. Nowadays we are constantly chasing something; education, career, even blog followers and I start to believe this chase leads to nothing. I dream of a little wooden house in the countryside, with a view on the lake and a private deck. I wish I could simply make a bonfire or a BBQ for my friends and relax in the quiet of the village. I can’t pursue the dream yet for various reasons, but I look forward to it everyday.
And what is your dream?