Góral was very impressed by Aisha' s drinking abilities. She doubled the amount of zetyca an everage mortal can take without running for the bathroom. Thus, she deserved a special treatment.
Andrzej & Ewa were friends, so were we by ' test of zetyca' so chatting away we got further ' bonties' of the houshold: chleb ze smalcem ( white smeary fat with speck) and bunc.
Have you ever seen a Polish Montanes drinking mate? Neither have we! But here he goes asking us for someting tipical Argentinean. Thanks good A&E have this lovely habit of taking mate with us. Góral was SOOO PROUND DRINKING MATE AND FEELING ARGENTINEAN FOR A WHILE! This was our peace pipe.
Have you ever seen a Polish Montanes drinking mate? Neither have we! But here he goes asking us for someting tipical Argentinean. Thanks good A&E have this lovely habit of taking mate with us. Góral was SOOO PROUND DRINKING MATE AND FEELING ARGENTINEAN FOR A WHILE! This was our peace pipe.
Victor, tired by Polish conversations went to meditate the beauty of the KOTLINA KłODZKA in spring;
obviously, after having the obligatory tipical mountan delicatessen.
Spring was in apogeum!
So were we!
obviously, after having the obligatory tipical mountan delicatessen.
Spring was in apogeum!
So were we!
Touched by having received argentinean artists in his bacowka, goral put one of our tango flyers in his window frame.
And off we went with some of those delicious golden oscypki.
And off we went with some of those delicious golden oscypki.
Our next stop was a mountain house with a beautiful orchard in BLOOM! IDZIKOW. It was a house ' pod pasterskimi skalkami " ( under the shephard's rocks)
THE BEST TIME TO BE AROUND!
AND have a picknic!
And a tipical " Victor's siesta" . Indispensable.
And a tipical " Victor's siesta" . Indispensable.
Our third station was very special. We could not visit mountains without having delicious trout! But, we did not wish to go to a restaurant...welcome to OSMELAKOWA DOLINA in SPALONA! The host, called Zbyszek, offers to his clients a pond and a fishing rod...
No comments:
Post a Comment