for half an hour I'm going to the airport. I have yet to finish it with the crab soup, sit on a suitcase for domknieciowych and say goodbye to the cats (there already without sitting down.) Countess leaves America.
beautiful sunshine outside the window, in connection with the aunt took me to the last short trip to Balboa. unfortunately got involved in my typical luck again, there we found half a meter, or for a parking space, so ewakuowalysmy August to corona del mar. very picturesque, oceanfront quite rich, but fortunately did not vulgar. Wait a minute on the beach posiedzialysmy little corona, which is subject to many restrictions and commandments (including the prohibition of the collection of shells, which in their unique style slightly bent the) and came back home.
every time America is doing to my other impression. in many respects it is a completely different planet in comparison with Europe, but he could not have failed me come here. beautiful place, lots of memories.
skin still comes down to me like a chameleon, collectively with the tan, which has never, for unknown reasons I did not want to hold on to me. I have a wound on his back from burns, wearing brown spots on the back to the canyon, the track suit cat fur. will be with me today on the plane quite attractive passenger.
