As I have been feeling busy for the past days, this is a late post.

Last Saturday morning the Kidilet (BunnyMunchkin) and I prepared her packed breakfast for the beach. She and her friends agreed to go there early. It’s the Feast of St. John and it’s customary for townfolks to bathe in the sea.

Preparing the small packed breakfast reminded me of my younger days. My friends and I would agree to go jogging on weekends or on days we don’t have school. We don’t really jog, we usually just walk. With a one and half kilometer or more, but less than two kilometers distance, we would go to a creek.¬†We would eat our packed breakfast there. We’ll have some sort of a small picnic.

And today, I joined my daughter for a weekend breakfast by the sea.

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