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          Well, let's start the adventure with stories and memories of little Patrycja 😇 
          The first of them should be chronological - moving from Poland to France. Let's start from the beginning. I was 7 when one day my mother, as usual, took me from school and we stopped in the park to talk. My mother explained to me that my father got a job offer in France and he must leave with his parents. It was a big shock for a seven-year-old girl, but after a while she finished her thought. In a month we will join them as well. It sounded like an opportunity for a great adventure, but I quickly realized that it was equal to leaving school, my friends and teachers, whom I liked so much. Being only a child, unfortunately, I did not have much to say. When the information about our move away reached to my class, they decided to organize a farewell party. After roll call for the end of the school year, we all gathered in our classroom, where a gift was waiting for me, a diary with entries from colleagues and a farewell cake. It was really a sad farewell for me, but at the same time I was happy that everyone would say goodbye to me.

          The month has passed very quickly and it was time to pack, take away all the most necessary things. To this day, I remember the crying that I made when it was time to saying goodbye to my maternal grandparents.          
          The journey to the town of Le Gué-de-Velluire in which we were to live, from an adult's perspective, lasted about 26 hours ... Well, imagine how I and my sister suffered when we were sitting in the car, having motion sickness and having nothing to do. And it is worth to say that I was very restless child. Although, my mother tried to take care of me and my younger sister, who was 3 years old then, but neither games nor food, although it was always a remedy for all sorrows for me and my sister, helped. Sleeping also did not help, because there was no end to the road. When we passed these endless 26 hours we arrived at the destination.

          Unfortunately, the beginning was difficult because for a month my dad was unable to find a flat, but his boss rented us one of the bungalow trailers for employees.

          This is how the beginning of my adventure with France began. And in this bungalow trailer and in this place there were so many memories that I could write about it endlessly, but next memory in this place in the next post.

To the next !