Excuse the complaining in the beginning of the day
Trip Start
Jul 22, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 29, 2007
Porec, Croatia
Friday, July 27, 2007
The day started with my little brother waking up me and my older brother with his throwing up-like sounds. For breakfast, we had our usual nutella-stuff, the glass is nearly empty.
We went to the pool very early, before the water had warmed up, and before the human beings had exposed themselves in the sunbeds - though, they had taken the luxery of putting their towels there. The water, on the other hand, never became warm that day, despite the fact that the sun was burning hard. My feet stings. I guess sunscreen doesn't work on me.
Diving masks have spiced up the day. When the "belt" of Tobias' original mask broke, my older brother threw it into land, in a half-hearted try of fetching it to my step-dad. His crooked arm caused the mask to hit the floor, and it broke into a thousand pieces. Because of this, Tobias and I convinced mum to buy us a new mask at the supermerkato. We chose one and payed for it, but then we found out that it didn't have a nose (it was a "swim mask. Hurray!) and that it fit our faces rather badly. My step dad and Tobias strangely managed to change it to a new mask, this with both a nose and a snorkel. This wasn't of the best quality, underwater it was very unclear, and leaked so the water came into it.
Of this, we learned that throwing the ball to eachother is pretty fun after all!
Both mum and my older brother got a massage on a massage-place today, and it was such a big success that my mum ordered me an appointment as well - without me agreeing! I guess I'll survive, but it's gonna be embarrassing.
For lunch we had pizza on the same old restaurant, the same pizzas that makes me way full. All right! I read a bit after this, and that was when my sunburned feet took place. By the pool I saw british people! Oh, they speak so lovely. I saw a furious boy who kicked a ball at his father, and the father said: "Do you want to go down to the aparment? No, so behave yourself!"
Later on, the mum and the sister arrived - she had a pink bikini and a pierced navel, but everyone looked well sympathetic. I also saw a boy without an eye, just a big hollow room. I wondered if he would get water in there when he swam, but later on, I saw him using swimming glasses.
Down in the apartment again, we got ready to get into town - half past seven. My big brother was going to change a shirt that was to small on his enourmous muscles. When walking to the clothing shop, me and Tobias went some meters behind the rest of the family, when some german "snob" boys stopped me and asked - "Excuse me, miss, could I take a picture of us?" This was okay, I thought, and he held a cell phone in front of us - one without a camera. They four friends thought this was unbelievably hilarious and couldn't stop laughing until they found a new "miss" to transact the trick to.
We found a new big street in Porec where we ate. Mum and I shared a salad. It was a nice street, where I could sit and look at everyone who were passing by. On our way home, my family wanted to go into all these boring shops, while I stayed outside and told my little brother about injustice and oppositions. The last store my family went into was nice after all! With alternative jewellery, interior and such. My mum found jewellery and a purse. I found a little note book with nice, old-fashioned paper for 40 kuna, where I will attach the prettiest poems I read in newspapers. We walked home and I bought a gift for Katharina - L'internationale on a cute little music box, because she is moving to Canada.
We walked home really quickly, but not quickly enough, I wanted to run, I was very happy. But I didn't run, I just sang L'internationale, which made my brother exclaim "What the fuck!?" Home at half past ten, we played the same cardgame as yesterday, "Kluss," which isn't bad - because I always win.
