the girls' holiday diary - the journey and day 1

We left our house in the middle of the night and when we woke up, there was a really colourful sky.

 

Then we drove, we parked the car and we were in Wroclaw! We saw little people with big hats. They are called Krasnoludki and there are lots of them in Wroclaw. We saw one holding a sunflower and two pushing a ball, trying to move it. They even have their own bank machine. 



One man was making bubbles. First we put money in a little box, then we played with the bubbles. Molly didn't pop the bubbles, she just looked at them. Other people popped them.


We drove for a long time, there were lots of cars and when we got to the mountains, it was dark.

When we woke up this morning, we saw the mountains out of the window. After breakfast we went to Zakopane. We went for a horse ride. The horse was called Eryk


After that we went in a special train up to the top of the mountain. We ate soup in the cafe and found some snow to climb on and throw at Daddy. Elsie threw two snowballs at Daddy.


While Molly slept, Elsie had her very first skiing lesson, with Andrzej. She had fun going on the snow and first Andrzej helped a lot, then Elsie could ski all by herself and Andrzej just helped when she fell over or went too quickly.



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  1. steelgaFebruary 8, 2016 at 4:56 PM

    Sounds like a wonderful holiday! Thank you girls for telling us all about it. Love Gra -gra

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