Yet Another Beachday

The next day I just sticked to the feeling of not wanting to do anything, so I again, walked to the beach, sneaked my way through the hotel and chilled there.
I've heard from Ralf, telling my his daughter has born a healthy child and everthing was alright. So that was great.
And as I now didn't have a big spender on my side, I had a very sad ice cream and Bosnian liquor dinner...Leer más