We were in Poland, her grandparents and aunt! In Warsaw! My first real trip. And for more on the plane ... Mauro uncle took us to the airport with his car in Forli. Luckily it was not so hot, the trip was pleasant, even if the E45 is a little bruised here and there!
The airport is small and without confusion, I could eat in peace in a few minutes after we did the check-in. Then greetings to his uncle and the first takeoff. There were other kids like me but I was undoubtedly the most serene. Fortunately everything went well, the flight was quiet and we soon arrived in Warsaw. We go out e. .. grandparents were not there! My mother called them immediately because it was something very strange that there were, especially now after my first flight! Simply the board was written another way out by mistake. Then at home, eat together, the relatives, the days around parks and various committees, the Sonia who was afraid of me. A week has gone away soon but the memories do not go away and not even my first great lesson in Polish ...
