Let me tell you about...my life

Welcome back dear lector,
Let me tell you about my life and my last travels:

I came back from Poland just 2 days ago.. And it's very sad come back home after spending very good time with all your friends. BEST FRIENDS.

But I think I have to tell you more: my uncle got married with a Polish woman and the wedding was in Poland in 2005. Me and all my family went there for his wedding. We found a big family and a lot of children. But I remember in particular about Martyna and Kinga. I loved Poland since the first time I was there. Infact I went back on 2009 for my cousin's baptism. I remember very well all the people, and they were too much gentle with me.

In 2013 I started to chat with Martyna on facebook, I don't remember how, but we started to chat almost everyday and we established a very friendship. We always said: We must meet! And we decided to meet in Germany in 2014 for summer holidays... But of course we didn't... The problem was that my auntie decided to come in Italy for a wedding and we couldn't meet in Germany..

In August 2014 I decided to go with my auntie to Germany for meeting my brother (he lives there). I wanted to make a surprise to him. I have made it. Infact when he has seen me, he said: "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

He was so happy so meet me that I didn't want to come back in Italy.. Coming back in Italy has been so bad..

But anyway. Stop self-commiseration.

In 20 december 2013 I was with my best friends Frah and Giovanni, we were in my grandparents house because we used to live there for winter holidays. I was chatting with Martyna and we decided to call her on Skype. She was in Wiktoria's house with her best friend Iza. We enjoyed that time very much.

About in September 2014, Wiktoria started to write me on facebook and we started to become friend.

In March 2015 I was chatting on Whatsapp with my Polish auntie and she told me that she was going to Poland for Easter holidays, so I said: "Bring me with you!". And so it was. I decided to buy the ticket but of course my parents told me: "No, you will not go anywhere because you are 17 y.o."

I was so angry that we had sime discussions. But in the end they told me: "OK". Just a word. This is what I wanted to hear since the first time I told them that I wanted to go in Poland.

I have finally bought the plane tickets and I was feeling so happy that I cried.

I will continue the story in the next post because I think it's impossible to recount everything here.

You can find me on Facebook and Instagram:
https://www.facebook.com/navarra.michael
https://instagram.com/michaelnav97


Thanks for reading.