I always imagine vacationing on the Black Sea like this: you come to the hotel and from the balcony you look at the waves, people and the sun. You take a glass of juice and remember the moments of life, sitting in a wicker armchair. But even that gets boring. And then you take your family and your tent and roll along the shore in search of a cozy campsite. It's a dream...
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