I am the first to say when something is French, but also when something is not. Today I’m going to speak about food, about something you probably like: the Fries. They take origins from Belgium, this is not news, except that the English and the Americans called them „French Fries”. Why this name? After reading this post, you will stop calling this dish “French fries”. Let’s check where comes from this word.
All is quiet today, still
Rainy and gray morning, rotten weather
Your soul also is gray
Hangover, you wake up, cigarette in your mouth
Headache, you drag yourself out of bed
Like every day, nothing changes
After 12 days of adventure, I’m halfway through my cycling trip to Poland. My final destination, Krakow, is still far away. The twelfth day gave me big surprises. After the 140 km of this day, I have to recover quickly because tomorrow promises to be difficult.
I resume my story.
After spending the last five months in Szczecin, where I did my final internship, It came to me the idea to travel to Poland again. Where can I go? Why not the East! Sometimes, to live life more intensely, you have to challenge yourself, to push yourself, to ask yourself the question: can I do it? I wondered if I could do Ebląg-Kraków by following the borders of neighboring countries in the East, helping me with the „Green Bike” bike path. Bike, tent, all the stuffs at the back of my bike, here I am! I leave on August 7th to join Ebląg and start this adventure.
Follow this adventure with me day after day.