I am a big enthusiast of escaping reality and my thoughts through music, movies, and books. But the rare places where I can fully be in the moment are the mountains. No matter what anxious pits my mind might wander into at home, here, on a dirt path rising high, then switching to stones and …
First Steps and Dead Neighbors This was years ago, during my first-ever mountain hike — and my first time staying in Zakopane. My hostel was right next to a cemetery, but that wasn’t noticeable: the dead weren’t walking, the crows weren’t flying, and no funeral bells were ringing (that was in Hungary). Another thing nearby …
