Just like last year we were again this year at Vilus birthday. Has become ten, and this was the Janze Mischpoke invited ... what a feast.
Well, on the way to Sartininkai we are at the Memel, politically correct and Nemunas, along down. As our dear friend lives in Zigmas Viklija. I always think that this course is one of the most beautiful place on earth in general. He lives so on a hill and when it is fall and winter, or the tree would be trimmed once, then you have a wonderful view of a valley that runs through the Nemunas. Ah, here it is so peaceful and beautiful that I always Heart breaks when I have to go back.
Then we went to Robby. There have also picked up a coffee completely against Egidijus expectations, he found Robby later so nice that he would have liked him verkuppelt with his sister, so they do not die an old maid. In Lithuania, for that is not doomed to be uncool verheitatet.
Then we went to birthday parties ...
The whole trinkets, which the Lithuanians have so stand on their cabinets, you might also think that one is invited to a Bad-Taste-Party. Oh, and the Lithuanians are just wonderfully uncomplicated. In the kitchen were large plastic bowls, where you just the feet bathed or washed the rumen for the dogs has to now process the Salatunmengen it. Because a water passes together but in the mouth.
Or the toilets, into which you throw the paper does not even if you do not, - well, that just does not. It could clog yes. There is then a bucket into which one is then purely throws everything. What then happens to the paper I do not know. Perhaps then the heat so that the house in which they throw it in the fireplace? Well, in other countries, and even with heated gertocknetem Kameldunk. Other countries, other customs. However, it is in many public buildings Sun But that is quite handy if you do not speak the local language and can not ask for the toilets. It follows then easily that acrid smell. fuuuuuu ohhhh!
unappetittlichen after this short but very ethnographic digression again for my birthday. There were three in succession with hot dishes and salads we would not have fought it tooth and nail, we would have to eat at midnight kebab. I was the driver and therefore could not drink and this cabbage salad, a really ripping without alcoholic digestive support the intestines. In a word, it was terrific and warm as ever and the family is magical.
And if they are not dead, they eat today!
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