It became warm enough for me to demand a beach trip. Actually I did not demand it vocally,
but since I behaved quietly all the way down to Pensacola my parents assumed I wanted to go.
And they were right!
I sit on the beach under the umbrella. There is plenty of sand around me, more than I would be able to eat.
Trying my feet on wet sand. It is easy to walk on a wet sand. It is much harder to walk on soft sand, let me tell you.
I am looking at the crashing waves. How funny!
Wow. My feet got wet - a wave came down and wet my feet! What a strange feeling.
Let's see what is hidden in there.
A family walk on the beach.
Watch out, daddy. Don't lose me! Pleeeease?
We sure got some significant tan on this beach!
A farewell party for our grandmas (my grandma Ela and Grzes grandma Krysia).
Ta sama strona po polsku.
