I have an infection in my other ear now. Hurts a lot.

I want to become a youth-hostel-dame.
That is for sure.
After thirteen hours of 30 degree Celsius travelling back from one more occurrence of family holidays in Croatia here I am in Downtown Backpackers' Youth Hostel in Bratislava where I happened to find Laco, saviour of my afternoon, a little bright star shining into my future pointing out my youth-hostelling-carrier to me, bringing out the sweet memories of years and summers Bergenese long gone.
However the story does continue two weeks before in Slovak village shop trying to find a non-bubbly non-sugary smaller than 1l drink after my dad took me on the first round of my holiday training, into the hills, into the woods, riding my bike 'vzuru az do bezvedomi', finishing after two sunburned thighs and 51 kilometres. Training continued few days later with 10 km run down a mountain path that smelled exactly like the brown-bear-house in the ZOO where I took my cousin few days before(thinking that a 12 year old boy would absolutely love a day spent with me in our national ZOO where btw. I went almost every year of my life and I still do, "She wants to go and look at animals???!!!!" is very much the gratitude I received). So indeed, there I was at 7am running down this path looking under every tree definitely almost seeing a bear and every raindrop that fell from leaves after recent rainfall definitely must have been a secretive bear's step waiting for poor Marenka to come.
In those couple of weeks I almost managed to go to Russia and Matternhorn, instead I decided to stay firm and really go on family holiday in Orebic, Croatia, which was very nice but also slightly maddening.
After the first day of making friends with the two fish that were left on the Dalmatian shore after hordes of German, Slovak and Czech visitors my brother started with his ongoing wishes of going back home to his computer, my poor sis, bless her, had a runny poo until we were almost gone, my dad's lower back crippled him as it does so that was no novelty, nothing you would get too excited about and so it was left all up to my stepmo who indulged herself into stone-picking activity for most of the time and self, who, very unlikely, managed to lobsterize everyday all day on the lovely beach of Orebic(no more pear-poo colour!) And we so did well!
Indeed.
It was fun. And it was nice for we have found that we do love each other a lot despite sometimes appearances. My heart is full of love.
And now, new chapter, vivat, into the streets of the highest point of sophistication, the Big Apple, the Bratislava, slava! Hurray!