Post, who wrote the first night after arrival:
Surprisingly, I decided to go to my Motherland. I mean to Wroclaw. And exactly the Kleczkow, who greeted me familiar disco resounding from the very first steps posed the familiar street, where the right side sticks out a nasty post-war white seal filling the gap left flat and the Art Nouveau building is left with flowered ornaments characteristic of the early twentieth century. At the corner of the seal for several years housed lumpeks, who was once a grocery spożywczakiem even earlier, in where a kid sourced the cookies 'BeBe' on the five-minute breaks in the school. At the other corner of the store with the wonderful history, and the gate behind him 'Leviathan' before which always protrude or 17 - year mothers with carriages or Kleczkowska Roma living in, or passing in the doorway and local sztajmesi sztajmeski. I sincerely feel sorry for the local sprzedawczyniom. I can imagine how many times they were on their knees begging to sell hub 'in dash', in fact probably booklet with shopping on the dash is hidden under the counter.
Devise an action plan for the remaining days, how can you arrange everything as soon as possible so I can spend more time on the sweet laziness cyklistycznym, spotkanio-friendly, or purely piracko-Fi.
Post, on which I focus on now:
recent times consumes me Geocaching, a kind of urban games consisting of identifying the various mini-treasures scattered in various places such as under the benches, gutters or on the walls. As can be read at geocaching.com :
"Geocaching is a real-world outdoor treasure hunting game. Players try to locate hidden containers, called geocaches, using GPS-enabled devices and then share Their experiences online. "
lot of fun, guessing, and thus discover their city anew a sense, putting the head of the grid 'cached', which we passed every day about which hardly anyone knows.
In other words, 'I'm soooooo into it ', as follows, "protest songs".
Elo rap!
Surprisingly, I decided to go to my Motherland. I mean to Wroclaw. And exactly the Kleczkow, who greeted me familiar disco resounding from the very first steps posed the familiar street, where the right side sticks out a nasty post-war white seal filling the gap left flat and the Art Nouveau building is left with flowered ornaments characteristic of the early twentieth century. At the corner of the seal for several years housed lumpeks, who was once a grocery spożywczakiem even earlier, in where a kid sourced the cookies 'BeBe' on the five-minute breaks in the school. At the other corner of the store with the wonderful history, and the gate behind him 'Leviathan' before which always protrude or 17 - year mothers with carriages or Kleczkowska Roma living in, or passing in the doorway and local sztajmesi sztajmeski. I sincerely feel sorry for the local sprzedawczyniom. I can imagine how many times they were on their knees begging to sell hub 'in dash', in fact probably booklet with shopping on the dash is hidden under the counter.
Devise an action plan for the remaining days, how can you arrange everything as soon as possible so I can spend more time on the sweet laziness cyklistycznym, spotkanio-friendly, or purely piracko-Fi.
Post, on which I focus on now:
recent times consumes me Geocaching, a kind of urban games consisting of identifying the various mini-treasures scattered in various places such as under the benches, gutters or on the walls. As can be read at geocaching.com :
"Geocaching is a real-world outdoor treasure hunting game. Players try to locate hidden containers, called geocaches, using GPS-enabled devices and then share Their experiences online. "
lot of fun, guessing, and thus discover their city anew a sense, putting the head of the grid 'cached', which we passed every day about which hardly anyone knows.
In other words, 'I'm soooooo into it ', as follows, "protest songs".
Elo rap!
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