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quick... just hold it in... hold it in... I can't hold it in... HOLD IT IN... BLAAAUUHH!!
After we left Lovran, we drove to Rijeka. (rye-eka (do I really have to keep doing this? Ok, in Croatian, j's are pronounced as y's. got it?)) And I felt a bit sick. Ok, a lot. I felt very sick. But still, my parents decided to take us shopping, so I didn't have a choice. I was having a look at some toys with Mila, when I quickly ran over to Dad and said the magic words; "I think I'm going to vomit".
Turn away now if you don't want to know about my vomiting adventures.
Dad and I were walking quickly to the toilets, and I was pushing my tongue the against the roof of my mouth to hold it in. I just kept running the same thing in my head over and over again.
just hold it in... hold it in... just hold it in... hold it in...
I couldn't do it. I couldn't hold it in. We had made it into the hallway and were so close to the toilets. But I couldn't hold it in any longer. In less than a second, my mouth bursted open and vomit was spewing out of my mouth. It all happened so quickly, one second I was holding it all in, and then the next I had finished. I was just grateful that for breakfast I had a headache and just had a hot chocolate.
Ok you guys can come back now! After all of that, we continued shopping and we drove onto a lovely town called Krk. (kerk)
Bye! Roman
What is this ‘ice-cream’?
After my vomiting incident, we drove to a lovely town called Krk (kerk), which had a really pretty harbour. We had a walk through the old town and had dinner. We found some natural ice-cream, and I got pear flavour. PEAR! IT WAS THE BEST ICE-CREAM I'VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE.
We had the delicious ice-cream in the town square, which I particularly thought was really cool, because it had a 24 hour clock in Roman Numerals.
Bye! Roman
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