Most definitely a spa!
It's been a long time since I last visited a spa. And Antonia's Filipino roots are buried so deep down that she's never been to one before. But despite our lack of [recent] experience, we both felt completely at ease with the concept at Dwór Oliwski in Gdansk . Better still, we loved it. And the miserable weather conditions outside didn't make us love it less! 
The water in the big pool was 29 degrees Celcius, which I thougth was pleasant and which is enough also for a six-month-old. Actually, it's enough even for a soon-to-be-33-year-old and a not-yet-35-year-old, so we were all happy.
Being new to the whole swimming thing, Antonia practiced floating. She did pretty good.
Dad and I relaxed in the lounge-chairs of the menth-steemed resting area instead. We too felt like royals, but I guess we looked more like the lazed-out-on-the-beach-and-captured-by-paparazzi than the in-the-throne type of royals. 
The sauna was pretty cool too, but it made the camera fog up.
Best of all was the hot tub, though. Warmer than the big pool and bubblier than the bath-tub at home every is.
At times the air would shoot up so forcefully that Antonia and I, who both like to stay close to the surface, would get water all over our faces. A bit scary, but it stayed on the right side of exciting. 
Yup, the whole thing was AdamAndAntonia approved. We wouldn't say no to a new spa visit sometime in the near future. Especially not if spring keeps procrastinating its arrival.
And I've practiced the strokes, holding on to the poolside. No one will realize that I'm really a first-timer!
But poor Antonia lacks the means to bite back at superficial comments. She doesn't have any words just yet, nor does she have any teeth.
And Antonia and dad have moved on to more technical games. Dad has rebuilt the train-tracks and constructed an advanced Duplo tunnel, which requires the battery-driven tank-engine Percy to make it through. Antonia is very impressed. And annoyed that however she tries, she doesn't manage to crawl over there to give the trains a wet kiss (like she just did the computer and mom's cell phone).
I'm reading The Very Noicy Night for the zillionth time. It gets better and better by the read. It's like you find new nuances. At first, I totally thought big mouse was the one in charge, but now I realize that it's really little mouse who calls the shots.
Antonia did her best to get to my book, but fortunately, she doesn't know how to crawl yet. At least not forward. The thing to look out for are her long arms and sticky fingers. She can reach much further than you'd think just looking at her.
Either way, I think she was happier playing with dad than reading my book. She is much too small for advanced literature like that.
Morning? It's almost 3 pm. Yeah! We move slow in the weekends.
Mom thinks I look very much like my cousin Signe in this photo. I've never met her, so I couldn't really say.
(The one that goes with the big old camera, but still! That will be the camera we use until the problem with the image transferal from the other one has been resolved.)
