This weekend whisks me up north to climb mountains, swim in rivers, jump off cliffs, squeel like a schoolgirl, get yelled at until I make a perfect swan dive and probably watch a bunch of musicals. I'm going on the yearly jaunt with my adoptive Slavic family!
This book looks like a grown up version of "the Stinky Cheese Man." Am I right? Am I revealing my youth?
Nevertheless, cannot wait to get it!
Found at Blood Milk