Lemkolandia!

The last few weeks have been too busy, and the next few weeks will be busy as well.

But here's a little flava of what is to come, because time is full of adventure:

I think this is Florynka, but it could also be Polany, which are both between Krynica and Grybów.

Lemkovyna with snow, a room full of singing Lemkos and a lot of vodka and fresh baked goods and omgz borscht in one of the most historic buildings Rusyns have ever inhabited (the Ruska Bursa in Gorlice) -- why did we ever have to leave, why did it ever have to end? Last night the Lemko quarter of my soul was reawakened to perfection.