Okecie Airport, Warsaw, Poland, April 2025

In April 2025, I embarked on a long-awaited month-long holiday, a journey that would take me from Caracas, Venezuela, to my hometown of Nowy Sącz in Poland. This album captures the essence of that journey through the airports I passed along the way—each one a gateway not just to another destination, but to emotions, memories, and small rituals that have accompanied me throughout my life.
 
Airports have always been an integral part of my story. They are places where excitement and nostalgia intertwine, where the thrill of new adventures meets the bittersweetness of departures and reunions. I love airports for the promise they hold—the unknown that lies just beyond the gate—and for the simple joy of people-watching: observing countless stories unfolding in every smile, every farewell, every hurried step.
 
The journey began at Caracas International Airport (Simón Bolívar International Airport), often referred to simply as Maiquetía. With its chaotic charm, it mirrors the spirit of Venezuela itself—vibrant, sometimes unpredictable, but always full of life. As I waited for my flight, the Caribbean breeze sneaking into the terminal reminded me how close Caracas lies to the sea, and how departures from here always feel a little more tropical, a little more emotional.
 
Next came Lisbon Airport (Humberto Delgado Airport), my gateway into Europe. Lisbon’s airport, though modest in size compared to some major hubs, carries a warmth and friendliness that reflects Portugal’s character. It feels less like a machine and more like a welcoming parlour, where the smell of coffee and pastel de nata sweetens even the longest layovers. Passing through Lisbon, I could sense the Atlantic’s spirit, the legacy of explorers who once sailed into the unknown.
 
From Lisbon, I flew into Warsaw Chopin Airport, Poland’s busiest and most important air hub. Named after the beloved composer, the airport strikes a balance between modern efficiency and a distinctly Polish soul. Walking through its corridors, I felt an overwhelming sense of returning to my roots—the familiar language, the familiar faces, the rhythm of life that, no matter how far I travel, always pulls me back. Warsaw’s airport is like Poland itself: proud, resilient, and deeply human.
 
The final leg of my air journey took me to Kraków John Paul II International Airport, a place smaller but filled with a special kind of warmth. Kraków’s airport feels almost personal, reflecting the historic city it serves. It carries with it a sense of tradition, quiet dignity, and a hint of excitement, knowing that home lies just beyond the horizon. Landing there felt like stepping through a portal from my wider world travels into the embrace of my own past and present.
 
And finally, after these many transitions, I reached my destination: Nowy Sącz. The town where my roots are deepest, where every corner tells a story of family, growth, and belonging.
 
This album, with its snapshots from terminals and gates, is not just about the airports themselves. It is about the movement they represent—the in-betweens that shape our journeys as much as the destinations do.

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