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I recently returned from a sanatorium in Odessa . . not often I return with joy from a vacation ..
There is a special case here . . this is a sanatorium, a soviet (and not only) system. Which haunts me not only at work . . now she got to me and on vacation ...=))
The fact is that I can’t stand feeling like a part of the system or the crowd, the framework into which I drove myself is enough for me ...and then there’s work, from 9 to 6 . . (I have from 8 to 3) ...and rest - wow - everything is also on schedule . . breakfast. , procedures, lunch, massage, sea dinner, party house (cinema at the club) and good night at 23.00 ..
what about food? well, not bad, in the best traditions of canteens,
but as it should be:
breakfast - salad, porridge, second, roll, cocoa
Lunch: snack, soup, second, kampot, fruit. Biscuit
Dinner: snack, porridge. second, seagulls, bun, kefir
For me, with my pickiness and separate meals, it was wild to watch ...
And full of old people scurrying there-court ...
In general, it was almost boring all the time.
The weather was also bad - the sea was cold, rain, wind, the sun rarely climbed out ...in short, I almost didn’t tan, and swam 3 times (with a shout of AAAAAAA I ran into the sea, swam with the same cry and ran out back) ..
But despite this, we often just went to the sea - wrapped in windbreakers, took a lot of coffee or tea, and lazily lay on the sand, chatting about everything in the world ...
I still do not like to rest in Ukraine ...especially in September.
But still, this is diversity, and should be taken as a positive moment in my life.
Odessa itself is a very beautiful and contrasting city. Against the background of old houses of the beginning of the last century and store signs of the perestroika period, multi-storey colored boxes are being built, expensive restaurants and boutiques are standing.
I was also struck by the scale of the city - it is, as it were, not voluminous, but very long and extended along the entire coast, so it takes a very long time to go from the outskirts of the city to the center, I'm not talking about the other end of the city.
And of course, the seaport - I gravitate toward ships, similar structures, to the sea - in Odessa, the port has a very large scale and all these sea-transport facilities against the backdrop of the boundless sea bring me into a state similar to euphoria, with a feeling of freedom and lightness .
Anyway, thanks to the people with whom I talked there (fun guys (Gay), Kinski, Alena, Ruslan, Sasha, and some more), thanks to the woman from whom I ate all the gingerbread and grapes (although no, she went, the old bitch .... ). thanks to Odessa bakeries for rolls, to aunts for draft wine, to waitresses for fish, not smelly cutlets, to my new player for music. accompaniment of my trip ...and in the end, me. For the fact that I have such a . .
There is a special case here . . this is a sanatorium, a soviet (and not only) system. Which haunts me not only at work . . now she got to me and on vacation ...=))
The fact is that I can’t stand feeling like a part of the system or the crowd, the framework into which I drove myself is enough for me ...and then there’s work, from 9 to 6 . . (I have from 8 to 3) ...and rest - wow - everything is also on schedule . . breakfast. , procedures, lunch, massage, sea dinner, party house (cinema at the club) and good night at 23.00 ..
what about food? well, not bad, in the best traditions of canteens,
but as it should be:
breakfast - salad, porridge, second, roll, cocoa
Lunch: snack, soup, second, kampot, fruit. Biscuit
Dinner: snack, porridge. second, seagulls, bun, kefir
For me, with my pickiness and separate meals, it was wild to watch ...
And full of old people scurrying there-court ...
In general, it was almost boring all the time.
The weather was also bad - the sea was cold, rain, wind, the sun rarely climbed out ...in short, I almost didn’t tan, and swam 3 times (with a shout of AAAAAAA I ran into the sea, swam with the same cry and ran out back) ..
But despite this, we often just went to the sea - wrapped in windbreakers, took a lot of coffee or tea, and lazily lay on the sand, chatting about everything in the world ...
I still do not like to rest in Ukraine ...especially in September.
But still, this is diversity, and should be taken as a positive moment in my life.
Odessa itself is a very beautiful and contrasting city. Against the background of old houses of the beginning of the last century and store signs of the perestroika period, multi-storey colored boxes are being built, expensive restaurants and boutiques are standing.
I was also struck by the scale of the city - it is, as it were, not voluminous, but very long and extended along the entire coast, so it takes a very long time to go from the outskirts of the city to the center, I'm not talking about the other end of the city.
And of course, the seaport - I gravitate toward ships, similar structures, to the sea - in Odessa, the port has a very large scale and all these sea-transport facilities against the backdrop of the boundless sea bring me into a state similar to euphoria, with a feeling of freedom and lightness .
Anyway, thanks to the people with whom I talked there (fun guys (Gay), Kinski, Alena, Ruslan, Sasha, and some more), thanks to the woman from whom I ate all the gingerbread and grapes (although no, she went, the old bitch .... ). thanks to Odessa bakeries for rolls, to aunts for draft wine, to waitresses for fish, not smelly cutlets, to my new player for music. accompaniment of my trip ...and in the end, me. For the fact that I have such a . .
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