If Dad goes fishing ... 
Jurek, my host father's passionate love fishing. Since I wanted to do him a favor and come at least once ... So we started early Saturday evening, 16:06:07, on his way. It would be a long night, so we bought enough food ...
In the field, Body arrived, Reed was cut and torn, a little digging, so that the course was flat, and we could make ourselves comfortable on the folding chairs. A small fire crackled beside you as to himself.
We waited and waited, now the sun was gradually under and we started still nothing ...
laid about eleven I'm attacked by fatigue in the car. Jurek and his buddy kept on bravely. At three, when the morning dawned, and steamed the air above the water, I opened my eyes again and heard the birds and frogs slowly began to welcome the new day.
The sun tickling in the nose, with Fish, however, saw it in our network of still bad. Jurek's friend was now eight and we are only one, even though we were sitting in the same place ... The friend went on his way home because he could be happy with his captured prey. About seven we packed our things, the little fish decided to give the freedom and have made their way home ...
Plagued by fatigue, Jurek fell at home to bed ...
Even if we had no luck with the fish, I had the opportunity to experience nature as it really is ... incredibly diverse, exciting and unique.
On the way back we stopped at Krakow yet another sanctuary, where Sister Faustina lived ... 
On Friday 08 June, we had no school because the day before Good Leich Took was gefeieirt. I have used this opportunity and I'm with the priest, who taught me in religion, summarily to Czestochowa (Czestochowa) down. 
come a day where pilgrims from all over the world to pray, to marvel and to gain spiritual. St. Mary's culture is in my opinion a bit exaggerated, but it's still impressive how many people slip on his knees before the altar of the Cross or go or simply this Atmosphere can affect you. 
Before we had arrived at the sanctuary, however, have discovered a ruined castle on the road, which would not be missed ... 
