Finish your homework before .......... . . . . . playing or to play???

I neither can make it next Friday (same as this week) because I need to go back to China. But I am free in the afternoon and evening (my time) before Thursday. Please let me know if you would like to practice Chinese in these days.

Treto is a small town located near Colindres and Laredo, two important cities in Cantabria. In Treto, there’s an estuary that flows into the Cantabrian Sea. My parents-in-law have a duplex flat there, so we decided to visit for a short trip. The journey was smooth, although we had a few mishaps with our daughter. She threw up in the car, wet herself twice, and her clothes ended up smelling terrible. When we arrived, we couldn’t find any open restaurants. While my wife went to the supermarket, I stayed behind to feed our baby with some leftovers we had prepared for the trip. After getting to the flat, I turned on the fuses, water, and heating to make the house comfortable. Once we had lunch, my wife took a nap while I explored the town with our daughter. It was a peaceful walk, and the fresh air felt nice after the chaotic start to the day. When my wife woke up, she called me to join her at the supermarket to pick up some supplies. That evening, we struggled to get our daughter to sleep, so we ended up going to bed quite late, completely exhausted. Despite the challenges, it was nice to be in Treto, enjoying the calm surroundings and spending time together as a family.

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help me correct this story please My little brother who is ot a kid anymore, but a teenager likes to eat whatever in the fridge is in the middle of the night. I have seem him sneaking out downstairs into the kitchen trying not to make any noise while he's going down stairs. He has had a growrh spurt in this last year, so he's a big boy now and the stairs of the house are very noisy. I know all this because when he arrives there I'm already over there haha. The next day my mom is wondering who drank the soda left into the fridge?, while my brother and I are scratching our heads wondering the exact same thing.

Traditional Slovak clothes, or “kroje,” are an incredible part of our cultural heritage. Each region in Slovakia has its own unique style of kroje, reflecting the local history, customs, and even climate. For example, in regions like Detva or Čičmany, the kroje are richly decorated with intricate embroidery, often featuring bright floral patterns symbolizing prosperity and nature. The women’s kroje usually include a blouse, a vest, and a wide, beautifully embroidered skirt, often paired with an apron. The headwear also varies by region and age—young unmarried women might wear colorful ribbons, while married women traditionally wore kerchiefs or bonnets. Men’s kroje are simpler but still striking. They often consist of embroidered white linen shirts, wide trousers, and leather belts decorated with intricate patterns. In some areas, like in Horehronie, men would wear fur-lined vests or heavy woolen coats in colder seasons. What I find amazing about kroje is how every detail—from the color choices to the stitching—can tell a story about where the wearer is from and their role in the community. They’re more than just clothing; they’re like living history books of Slovakia.

I sometimes wonder if personalities are predetermined before we are born. It’s fascinating to think about whether our traits are shaped entirely by genetics or if there’s something deeper, like a soul or an energy, that already defines parts of who we are. At the same time, the environment we grow up in plays such a big role in shaping us. But what if certain aspects of our personality—like our strengths, weaknesses, or the way we connect with people—are already “written” before we even take our first breath? It makes me think about how much of “us” is truly ours from the start and how much we develop as we go through life. Maybe it’s a mix of both, but the idea that some parts of our personality might be predetermined feels both mysterious and fascinating.

The first trying to make bread came in an awful result for me. As a rookie inside this wonderful bakery world, I made all typical mistakes that you ever imagine. For instance, I didn't know how to activate the dry yeast because I followed the instruction from a youtube tutorial in a strict way, and that made the bread came oy of the oven very hard. It was almost inedible, my mom said that I had developed a new weapon, as if you grabed the bread an hit someone's head you could kill him. That day ended up with a lot of laughter and my family giving my support to go on.