It was a very crazy in August.
Just like I wrote an email to counsel Yacht Club - I want to be a member and want to train. The answer came the next day, an hour later I was saved in the next few hours reorganized their lives. I changed my work hours, sleep, eating habits and all kinds of others in order to place every day at the marina on the 17th
Like all the foolish and reckless decisions in my life and was a hit. I met some very nice people, I learned something that may someday allow me to meet thermophilic my dreams for a month every day listening to the wind noise, a splash of waves, the sample exhibited the labyrinth, I realized that since I'm getting hungry wagging, even chill, wrapped in two years despite the hoodies I can be happy and lugs. Yesterday I passed the exam
, and then my guru showed us a sailing boat, which in the long winter evenings, we bring to working condition. I fell in love at first sight. There is a huge, wooden, and although with my current skills, unworthy of anything more than a fender then I will hold her dream to used to stand on her at the helm.
And in the meantime, I visited two places that are home to me somehow. Because I like to call it, that I have the keys and waiting there for me, my own toothbrush? :)
This tartar, kirsch, brykanko (yes! at the end of the Luni pląsałyśmy By the Castle!) And a whole bunch of new emotions. From the supply refrigerators, which were waiting for us ham and honey-beer, so that when the dream J. zakasłałam got up and rushed to close the window. A week later, another
debauchery, with a bucket of cooler, wiśniówkowym cakes, wraps of vodka, a playground. And again, I had nothing, everything I could, and although not yet dared to do what I damn sure is needed, it'll get used to the proper courage and selfishness. I know, hermetically sealed, the memory write. :) It's still a
Hermetic canned, discovered when the rest of the event was treated heavy ka ^ H ^ H ^ H ^ H that is experiencing the blessing of Oh-my-God of Hangovers. I realized that over the past year I learned to ask themselves questions. Though I do not know how they were taboo, uncomfortable, inappropriate, unpleasant, demonogenne.
