We woke up at seven as Martina and Michael were going to work.
A monkey started climbing up at my head when I was ten years old. Now, I fled.
Then, it was shopping time. I did not find a good book I wanted in the small book store, but I found some postcard in another store (which was easy).
I went by a bike shop to buy some tubes and then went back to the car.
This is actually the first border crossing where I had to show my passport.
After waiting a bit at the beach with some coca-cola first Martina appeared, and a bit later Michael. We went home, and I fell asleep two hours on the sofa, to be woken up by more pizza and soup made. Yummy!