3 MAY - Saturday

Saturday, May 3, = = (Ostrołęka City - Maps)

The morning is already awake, I take a cup of coffee and 6 are already on the road

= km 38 Lomza - km 63 Grajewo - km 42 arrival at Augustow = (tot 143 km)

Augustow = (Augustavas) Population = 30,000

It 'a fantastic location is situated on the banks of a group of several lakes.
The area is famous for the presence of the navigable channel of Augustow, which joins the Vistula and Nemunas, you can take ships with passenger area is protected and is the kingdom of motorboats, sailors and all those who are water sports, tourist spot excellence.
They are wonderful places, if I want to fermarni some day I would do, but they are off...


track that I have imposed, however, I will stop at a campsite and ask a bungalow, I do not have time to visit the places for which I shall ask the local information of the beauties of the area.
Rather than me away from the Mediterranean, plus the weather gets stiff for days now should be well filled and henceforth will be even worse, knowing my tastes. I love the heat, but the desire for knowledge is strong and I shall deal with the journey to the north, with stubborn determination, I will bring up to Tallinn, Estonia.
I wanted to continue to make more way, but the beauty of places and the monotonous and lonely road that I expected, slowed down to my race.
After I placed the property, I port on the shores of the lake.
There are several meeting rooms to watch and enjoy the view a pale sun, which makes a gap between light haze of spring.
I sit down at a cafe, which has a veranda with views over the lake are all built with logs of wood, very nice but even more charming is the waitress, who by making serious and professional, kindly ask me what I want to consume, if I had 20 years less would certainly avance.
E 'lunchtime so I ask you a drink, but do not think he understood why after a few minutes brings me a liquor at 50 degrees.
There is not no coffee, no opportunity to ask if he can sit with me at the table, ask for information about the city and the landscape that is before us.
I do not seem dangerous or perhaps simply, makes you also like to chat with joy and accept my request. Obviously the offer to drink what they want. She sits happily next to me carrying a glass filled with chocolate and steaming and begins immediately with his "lesson."
Its fresh fragrance of my achieves dream of making things subscribe but his voice strong and clear, that with commitment to meet me on the history of the lake and the channel to interest me at his words.
As usual the meetings, the stories and logistical situations in which, from time to time I find myself, I do miss regular meals, but this is a negligible detail.
Interrupted only by the few patrons of the restaurant, we are together until the afternoon, and many things in addition to tourist and historical place also deepen the knowledge about our personal histories.
It was done late, the girl, although the owner of the coffee at this point, reluctantly have to fit the space, so we welcome and we do the mutual congratulations and best wishes.
I have a hunger for wolves, just trying a place to put something on the stomach, I go to the Milk bar that the girl coffee counseled me.
Dinner was excellent and the room crowded, despite the tourist season has just begun, I do understand that it is no coincidence that here we eat well, eat the Periogi: excellent ravioli fillings such as Italian, but softer.
Finished dinner and is already 23, I think I go to bed but I have the strength to pass an hour in a local pub, always indicatomi girl from the coffee.
Upon entering I see a swarming of heads that dance music disc, fortunately, with a sound level sufficiently low to be able to talk, even if in a tone of voice quite loud.
At the bar I see a coffee espresso machine, nor to take the taste and while I look at the environment.
A moment after I recognize the girl in the afternoon and she's aware of me, almost running, let me close, embracing me and kissing, imbarazzatissimo replacement.
Invites me to her table, she shares with her three other friends. I am confident in speaking his recollection:

"My mother was over 90 years in Italy to make a nurse at a family that had a lady of 93 years suffering from Alzheimer's, though neither went I was little and I suffered a lot due to its remoteness. Now has returned and every time I try to recover the lost love in the time of his forced abandonment. "

At 3 o'clock in the morning, after spending an evening to put it mildly amusing, talking, dancing, and in the company of four beautiful girls, I go to bed drunk and tired of so much attention to where I was concerned.

> (DIARY DAY FOLLOWING MAY 4 )