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Yesterday morning, when Oskar went back after the holidays for the first time in kindergarten, the teacher asked him what's what worked at sea. "NC tacga," he answered. I do not know where it is picked up, but also corresponds to the last few days to many questions.
This of course is not far from the truth. What else does not have a special three-year child at sea? The most amazing is that it constantly fascinated greenhouse cafe by everything he sees and experiences, and finally is done as though it is nothing I do not know how to really care.
And even what it does to a special adult at sea in Croatia - if not exactly dealing with extreme greenhouse cafe sports? It is true that in Zadar on 21 July featuring, for example, José Carreras, but Nina and I were in the mood to listen to it with Spec child in her arms. Even empty grandstands at the Roman ruins in the Forum St. Donat were seen as impressive, so I'd love to believe that the recital was a nice experience.
To be honest, I would rather go to the 9th or 10th of August in Zagreb on U2. Maybe I somehow got tickets. But three hours to Zagreb and three hours back would be even more ... - well, wild. And the second time. Or maybe not. But I have seen and heard in Sarajevo, in that the famous concert in September 1997, in Koševu when Bono's voice cracked, and Brian Eno was also there.
Specificity of the holiday was in the fact that they were long. Very long. From the fifteenth to the fifteenth. In fact, I'm hoping to break his record continuous absence from home. My four weeks London was holding the whole eighteen years.
I've recorded over five hundred photos, but they are not any good. I publish some of which-so far so clearly greenhouse cafe illustrate that the holiday was not "NC tacga", that is of course very pasal. It has become evident to me at the time of the shock that I experienced yesterday morning when I was running errands around town. I first drove the car in the laundry room - until today I have not found more practical than klošarske on Kurilniška where I drove cars prat, when I was at work - and then flew to a lawyer because Vasovićke, on the market, but again the outside-inside left clean car etc.. There is some degree of fewer than almost all of these thirty days at sea, but how heat kills the asphalt, it's amazing! Even in Zadar, in the old town was much hotter than far away, but bleached heat polished Dalmatian stone is quite something else, nothing stuffy.
Sibenik, cloudy day in the rain. Trampoline on the waterfront has been locked who knows why, but it is not Oskar crawled through the door with him just enough wide bars. It took about half an hour before a second, larger children find that they can not crawl from below, between the springs below the cushions on the edges of the flexible floor.
Also in Sibenik, in the restaurant greenhouse cafe market in the cathedral. Now I'm greenhouse cafe quite versed in self-portraits by hand, just do not know how to pose - himself least of all. Well, so it knows how to Jonas. As if aware that such FLET. Of course, it is very difficult to photograph since he began putting stampede on all fours. And yes, that night, I was very attacked by mosquitoes, no raid and Autana me did not help. Me they prefer.
Back we went through Pag and tradition greenhouse cafe in Novalja greenhouse cafe lunch in the inn Antonio. As a result of the new ring road around Novalja wandered, I came into town from the wrong side of an alley and saw this. Well known Relation.
Usually in Nin drive via Zagreb. There is mandatory, but sometimes back across the river and Pag. Zagreb variant is 414 kilometers long, while Pag 343 Has nice drive along the Adriatic highway - of course, now that we have another choice. Over Jablance, from where ferries depart today on Rab, with masochistic nostalgia remember ever conquering the moon when we are in cars without air conditioning in column greenhouse cafe six hours waiting for the ferry. He was driving one. Back and forth, back and forth. Easy, clean up the city, had not yet been harbor on the continent closest greenhouse cafe point. Trucks and buses are given priority.
In a very short column ferry Žigljen-recognized. (Last we sailed under the nose because the waitress at Antonio forgot to place an order for pancakes.) With the mobile phone with your hands, not even ourselves, literally without zuherja, but such a good photo! Really, I know that I have a knack for photography!
And a few. Subject to the keel was given an unusual epilogue. The Revenge of the Locust. When I next morning after returning separated (and punctuation) wastes that have accumulated in your car - by heart: jane six bottles, three bags bobi sticks, a few banana peels and eaten biscuits, a dozen parking tickets, greenhouse cafe two plastic spatula and a couple greenhouse cafe of empty bags - I finally let the rain flaps on the rear left of the glass. greenhouse cafe And there it was again: petcentimetrska bitch, just a little smaller than the first, but it was not sand the dried paint, but almost fluorescent green. (Hmm, is there such a thing as fresh locusts?) Well, I already wanted to do something very ugly, but I gather. I took a deep breath, as if it should blow into the spirometer, and smooth
Yesterday morning, when Oskar went back after the holidays for the first time in kindergarten, the teacher asked him what's what worked at sea. "NC tacga," he answered. I do not know where it is picked up, but also corresponds to the last few days to many questions.
This of course is not far from the truth. What else does not have a special three-year child at sea? The most amazing is that it constantly fascinated greenhouse cafe by everything he sees and experiences, and finally is done as though it is nothing I do not know how to really care.
And even what it does to a special adult at sea in Croatia - if not exactly dealing with extreme greenhouse cafe sports? It is true that in Zadar on 21 July featuring, for example, José Carreras, but Nina and I were in the mood to listen to it with Spec child in her arms. Even empty grandstands at the Roman ruins in the Forum St. Donat were seen as impressive, so I'd love to believe that the recital was a nice experience.
To be honest, I would rather go to the 9th or 10th of August in Zagreb on U2. Maybe I somehow got tickets. But three hours to Zagreb and three hours back would be even more ... - well, wild. And the second time. Or maybe not. But I have seen and heard in Sarajevo, in that the famous concert in September 1997, in Koševu when Bono's voice cracked, and Brian Eno was also there.
Specificity of the holiday was in the fact that they were long. Very long. From the fifteenth to the fifteenth. In fact, I'm hoping to break his record continuous absence from home. My four weeks London was holding the whole eighteen years.
I've recorded over five hundred photos, but they are not any good. I publish some of which-so far so clearly greenhouse cafe illustrate that the holiday was not "NC tacga", that is of course very pasal. It has become evident to me at the time of the shock that I experienced yesterday morning when I was running errands around town. I first drove the car in the laundry room - until today I have not found more practical than klošarske on Kurilniška where I drove cars prat, when I was at work - and then flew to a lawyer because Vasovićke, on the market, but again the outside-inside left clean car etc.. There is some degree of fewer than almost all of these thirty days at sea, but how heat kills the asphalt, it's amazing! Even in Zadar, in the old town was much hotter than far away, but bleached heat polished Dalmatian stone is quite something else, nothing stuffy.
Sibenik, cloudy day in the rain. Trampoline on the waterfront has been locked who knows why, but it is not Oskar crawled through the door with him just enough wide bars. It took about half an hour before a second, larger children find that they can not crawl from below, between the springs below the cushions on the edges of the flexible floor.
Also in Sibenik, in the restaurant greenhouse cafe market in the cathedral. Now I'm greenhouse cafe quite versed in self-portraits by hand, just do not know how to pose - himself least of all. Well, so it knows how to Jonas. As if aware that such FLET. Of course, it is very difficult to photograph since he began putting stampede on all fours. And yes, that night, I was very attacked by mosquitoes, no raid and Autana me did not help. Me they prefer.
Back we went through Pag and tradition greenhouse cafe in Novalja greenhouse cafe lunch in the inn Antonio. As a result of the new ring road around Novalja wandered, I came into town from the wrong side of an alley and saw this. Well known Relation.
Usually in Nin drive via Zagreb. There is mandatory, but sometimes back across the river and Pag. Zagreb variant is 414 kilometers long, while Pag 343 Has nice drive along the Adriatic highway - of course, now that we have another choice. Over Jablance, from where ferries depart today on Rab, with masochistic nostalgia remember ever conquering the moon when we are in cars without air conditioning in column greenhouse cafe six hours waiting for the ferry. He was driving one. Back and forth, back and forth. Easy, clean up the city, had not yet been harbor on the continent closest greenhouse cafe point. Trucks and buses are given priority.
In a very short column ferry Žigljen-recognized. (Last we sailed under the nose because the waitress at Antonio forgot to place an order for pancakes.) With the mobile phone with your hands, not even ourselves, literally without zuherja, but such a good photo! Really, I know that I have a knack for photography!
And a few. Subject to the keel was given an unusual epilogue. The Revenge of the Locust. When I next morning after returning separated (and punctuation) wastes that have accumulated in your car - by heart: jane six bottles, three bags bobi sticks, a few banana peels and eaten biscuits, a dozen parking tickets, greenhouse cafe two plastic spatula and a couple greenhouse cafe of empty bags - I finally let the rain flaps on the rear left of the glass. greenhouse cafe And there it was again: petcentimetrska bitch, just a little smaller than the first, but it was not sand the dried paint, but almost fluorescent green. (Hmm, is there such a thing as fresh locusts?) Well, I already wanted to do something very ugly, but I gather. I took a deep breath, as if it should blow into the spirometer, and smooth
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