Today is Sunday, Ola beans in the morning walked through the house, and murmured under his breath, "Let's go to the forest, let's go to the forest." Mr. opted for a trip to Wilanow, but she referred to as marudziła, so we went to Kampinos.
assumption was that we go to a real forest, not a suburban Laso-park, where the inhabitants szwendają blokowiskowych "apartment" in Wilanow. After arriving in Truskawiec it turned out that the same idea with a trip to the forest were probably 200 people and in the forest was crowded as the street.
But I did not went there to relax, but it's hard to work with sticks:
(Simply ask your readers' attention to the excellent stand up)
Any departure from the Lord and Panciana looks equally to the forest - I'm grindin ', and they stare. Here is a perfect example:
Well ... is already such a plight of a small dog. A little bit while running zmachałam:
... but it was cool. Only it was not wolves, but the hunt for some next time ...
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