The next day we went to grab a hungover-pizza in one of the small towns 20-30 pizzerias!!!

 

 

I choose one with meat and bernaise sauce on. Mmm!

 

 

Then we took the bus to the even smaller town, where my mom lives, to the lake.

 

 

I was not feeling amazing so I skipped taking a dip in.

 

 

But P was brave, and by the body language to judge it wasn't too hot..

 

The marks on the bridge is from winter times when mum try to break through the ice with her axe, (so she can jump in...) but hitting the bridge instead!