Randomly meeting people sometimes leads to amazing things. While lost in the Ojcow National Park west of Krakow, we happen upon a group of young French people drinking water from a source that supposedly grants eternal love. Marie, Matthieu, Marc, and Félix come to this tiny village every year to spend time with their Polish family. After exchanging a few words, we’re invited to eat at their grandmother’s house, sharing bread, cheese, charcuterie, and beer with parents, friends, uncles, and cousins.
It’s a beautiful summer evening filled with discussions and laughter from everyone. We hear French, Polish, and English in a happy melting pot of smiles and warmth. Our adopted family spoils us the entire weekend.
In between meals and snacks served by the Polish mum, we go jogging in the morning and play cards and badminton. We learn that saying “no” is not allowed when she offers us something to eat for the tenth time that day. But who could complain? Everything is delicious.
As we’re leaving, a neighbouring grandmother hugs me while speaking Polish. Someone translates “France and Poland have to maintain good relations. It’s important!” Her eyes are wet. I get goosebumps and try to communicate as well as I can all my affection and deep appreciation.
Maybe we’re homesick. Maybe we need to stop driving for a while. Maybe we’re especially missing our loved ones… Whatever it is, these two days with our adopted family did wonders for us. It was truly a break in the middle of our road trip. Two timeless days, a beautiful encounter, pure happiness. We will not soon forget Ojcow, its starry sky, and the Bosak family.
[On the road, at the 50°12’28.2″N and 19°49’41.4″E]