Socks Play In The Sand The green surrounds me!

to honor justice exists a small village with hot springs and * something * of civilization a few miles, and there are a few houses scattered around the campsite. But the lush green forest and the road constantly racing to cover the territory. Upon arrival

feel the warm welcome ... Hundreds ... Thousands ... millions of insects of all kinds, shapes, sizes and colors. And all potentially able to leave a bite of these that remind you of its maker for a long time. Leave that for another day (the year.In ..) the story of assembling the tent with my parents (those beings, the poor, incapable of understanding an arrangement of an IKEA furniture middle), and the story of the day we dropped one tormenta for four hours just to return to the store. And well, we are surrounded by Belgian general (the world is a handkerchief ~) at a campsite in small size and limited services. And I'm only with my * glub * parents.

So what the hell I must be doing here?




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is not really a riddle.



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Okay, I have already created enough buzz XD. This is SO beautiful that I lack vocabulary to describe it. Every morning we woke to the sound of birds (background music and alarm clock all in one: D) and open our eyes in a tent, huddled in thes blankets and went outside to see a green meadow so bright in the sun in the morning you have to squint. Or sometimes there's some fog, and everything seems bathed in a diffuse glow, like a dream. Everywhere there are trees of considerable age and height, and the mountainous landscape that corresponds to a valley in all directions is truly enviable.

check in our morning excursions as the seasons follow a different order in these latitudes. Butterflies, flowers and berries planted the margins of mountain roads and once you get used to the constant presence of life-chopper flying insects (my mother has about 15 bites, counting and teaches you so relentless and really pitiful in any place and ifI watch them repeatedly ~~ Wi ~. Uh.)

What Do You Think About Men With Long Hair

I do not really take much time to finish a regular briefing note. With a little planning and good writing is a job that could end up with less than four hours of daily dedication. Of course, not always the case, and not everyone runs the same pace. There are those who are easily distractible and may take years before the idea was to return them to close a note that it was 'for yesterday'. Only when coupled

letters and the idea, there is something real. The rest is just technical and procedural, control, diplomacy and stoicism.
Maybe my intention to promote my other blog except through a secondary message that almost nobody reads, never to be read unless you want someone to know.
And how I have fun. CHTML