Hanna has something to say!
More and more people is asking how is our Hanna: if healthy? if happy? Here you are: if only Hanna would be able to write, she would give you some insights about our trip.
Hola dzieciaki! – she would say. – The flight was fun, for 11 hours I was running circles around the rows of people and getting sweets from them.
It’s hot here. But I like when it’s hot: the less clothes – the better.
Driving car is fun, I sleep whenever the motor is on. And when my parents want to sleep not in the car I cry andscream: sleeping in auto! But auto is often kaput and papa has to repear it. It’s boring.
The biggest surprise? That monkeys are sleeping on the trees! And not eating bananas! Btw, I want to take one home.
My small sister is getting more and more human, we can play a bit together (but it’s annoying that I have to be so careful, I’m just a kid too!), we laugh together, she can even walk a bit with my hand. But those people here like small blond baby more than bigger blond girl and this makes me sometimes very jealous. But still, whoever ask for my name – first I answer and then I introduce my small Mila too.
About saying “hola!” and “come te llamas?”: I always answered “Hanna” but all the kids, in Mexico, in some colorful villages, in Guatemala, Belize and Honduras had one comment for that: Hanna? Like Hanna Montana! I guess my mum and dad know what they mean, but I have no idea. But if they say so, I decided to play this game and now when somebody asks about my name, I answer: Hanna Montana. They always laugh, it seems to be a good joke.
Food is fine. Parents are all the time looking for a good coffee but for me every ice-cream and lolly pop is bueno.
Aha, I don’t like: ants, mosquitoes, sand flies and bed bugs. My parents neither.
And what I like? Meeting kids! Then we are running, jumping and screaming together! Sometimes I don’t understand what they say to me but then we play a ball or do whatever else. This talking is overestimated.
I also like swimming with papa. In the sea, lake and river. Even when it’s so cold that mama is screaming at papa that I will get cold.
I’m happy that Santa Claus found me even on a small island but I don’t really understand “Jingle belles” and other songs which parents were singing in this time: what is this “snow”?
And I miss my kindergarten mates and grandparents, very very much. The kids gave me album with photos, so we are watching it in the evening and I’m wondering what are they playing every day… And with grandma and grandpa we talk on skype, they always want me to sing songs.
I just don’t understand one thing. We are travelling. And in every place we meet some new, very nice people. And it’s so sad to say goodbye to them. Why do we all the time have to say goodbyes?