Baby Shower Congratulation Wording

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We were laughing
It also had to laugh at you

Indeed I am sure that our impact has been as effective comic salvation.
Three figures walk cautious in the lower part of the city of Gdansk, where the streets have the performance of the roller coaster and the sidewalks are islands that pop up between fatigue and the other a crust of mud.

The last morning before we embark for Rome, a thin drizzle and daring idea to visit a contemporary art gallery with a workshop "sghicio" that is so cool. Does so much alternative holiday.
In our defense it must be said that this plan "sinister" was not our bag of flour. We probably would have been for the past week reassuring in dull, warm belly of the museum of contemporary art. But
items pub we were assured that the gallery deserved to be seen and blue, I had confirmed all just putting a warning on the state of semi yard in the neighborhood where he was the gallery. The problem with headings is that pubs are always rigged dall'alone peaceful alcohol and the next day you remember everything in half. I had suspected it from the joy with which C. was devoted to his new vodka that we would have missed some important piece that eventually we would have lost.

Then to be honest we have not missed us but the people of that district has lost the tunnel. This should not be that much easier if you think that the advertising of the workshop was a truck stuck under a bridge to pretend an imaginary incident, complete with a logo on the side.
the rest can not be accused of having succumbed to the desire to do the heroines and not ask nessunom "gdzie jest?". We bend and we approached the unsuspecting passers-by enjoyed the fact that "rozumiem bread, ale nie mówi" (she understands, but does not speak) at the end helped us as they could, even beyond our expectations but with the simple result let us understand that there's no one knew anything galleries.

Nothing at all.
C. and G. under the mio ombrello giallo, con me che gli trotterello dietro incappucciata e stando ben attenta a finire in tutte le pozzanghere torniamo indietro. Ma mi veniva da ridere mente chiedevo a G. : “Ci odi?” e mentre C. saltellava ogni tanto indietro a fotografare improbabili catapecchie.
Tanto ridicole da essere paradossalmente geniali.

Un ombrello giallo su una quinta grigia e appiccicosa.
Progetti di viaggi in treno lunghi un mese.
Progetti e chiacchiere che vengono su leggeri nella pesantezza dell’odore della plastica bruciata.
Pettegolezzi interrotti dalla pioggia di fango che a tratti regolari le macchine ci riversavano sulle scarpe.

Penso sia andata bene così.

E poi e finito tutto vodka and sausages in a market in the old town.

good.


REGRETS: Not hitting on the bartender. Have made a few photos. Did not kill Martin. Did not take a train to Berlin. I did not get shipped to Sweden for me a week to latch pampered and spoiled. Not being able to get to Gliwice to make an evening of sacred and gossip with Karola Dagi.