The Place of Our Holidays

Thursday, 22 November 2007

My daughter already second time for this week asks, when we shall fly to the sea?! Earlier my child was so afraid to fly by planes, but now she wants. Not certainly flying by plane, but to build something from the sand, to run about barefoot.

My daughter asks to go to Madagascar - in fact she likes very much the cartoon about a lion, a zebra and the hippopotamus, a giraffe which had spent there their time so funny.

But I’d like to hide from everything on any villa in Cyprus but to not certainly run about jungle. I’d like just to lie down near a pool.

Or to watch a sunrise on Santorini and to resemble barefooted legs on the extinct volcano.

It is necessary to go to have a rest and probably the place is not so important, even if it would be Australia!