The weather forecast is not all too splendid, but we have some wonderful moments anyway. The first day we barbeque in the forest near a stream. We make a stone-and-mud tower in the stream and papa and mama realise that they should bring about three changings of cloths and knee high boots, if I am to come home dry-ish.



The holiday has a theme: walk the line. Wherever we walk, we try to find lines. It is the best way to get ahead. Although some lines (read: walls) I am not allowed to walk on my own....


The other theme is 'self do'. Self do shoes, self do hair clips, self do eat. And when mama or papa helps me, I get really angry and do it all over for myself.

And you know my name? 'Kasha', is how I call myself nowadays.