We checked in, as we had booked, in a double house with private amenities with my husband. The house is new. The smell of fresh wood and clean bed turned my head. The beds are comfortable. The bed linen is decent. There is a TV, a fan and even an air conditioner that does not turn on. The cord is short. Even though it turns on, there won’t be enough power. But we will learn about all the electrical features a little later. Three sleeping places! And there is no closet. And even a high chair. Yeah... The children were accommodated in a double room without amenities. Clean tidy room. And there is even a wardrobe with a mirror. And the toilet is outside, a normal modern one - with a toilet, and a good shower. Moreover, the toilet was always free. So they lost a little. Almost everyone on the guest list and band members had already arrived at the venue. We checked into our reserved rooms. We have already met and hugged some. I have never seen one of my clients in person, only on Skype. It was interesting to see her. They arrived first a few days before the group started. And she wrote back to me about how they were built and her impressions, which were positive. This made me happy and calmed me down. Still, for the first time, in such a distance, with people, how will everything be? I was worried, of course. But the first difficulties are behind us. We looked around the area. Beautiful flowers, green grass, gazebos, and busy chickens that everyone feeds when they go out for a walk. Comfortable modern kitchen. The stove, however, has barely breathing burners. You can live. And finally, the sea! I must say that we really lived right by the sea. One minute walk. You come out of the gate, turn right and there it is, the sea. Swallows the waves and makes noise. The shore is not pebbles, the shore is stones! Well, very large pebbles. The stones are beautiful. White-gray. And scalding. There are few people. The shore is half empty. Noon. Heat. It hurts to go into the sea. Legs. And it feels good to the body. Later we bought corals. And now they were simply happy, like newcomers. Still light, except for my son. Still a little wary, but already satisfied. Small sketches. How it all happened. In this part I want to share the most interesting and vivid impressions. Perhaps with a violation of the chronology of events and a mixture of work and leisure. In the form of small sketches and memories. I regret a little that I didn’t write down my impressions right away. But there is an opportunity to check the brain, what really impressed it and what it remembered. First day of classes. We're on the veranda. People. Let's get acquainted. We are saying something. And in the air hangs: “What’s next?” Hot. Curiosity and interest seem to overwhelm everyone. Topics are announced. Expectations, if any, are voiced. We discuss plans for these 5 days. The acquaintance took place. Curiosity remains.------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ---------------Kitchen. We are preparing dinner. Bam. No light. And then the hostess shouted: “Don’t be afraid, this is Abkhazia. This often happens here.” I ask displeasedly: “For how long?” “Usually, no, don’t worry.” Okay, we brought our phones and turned on the flashlights. We live on. After a couple of days, we no longer pay attention to the outages, we continue to chat, joke and laugh. The new arrivals gasp and scream. Let's look at our past selves from the outside and laugh again.--------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- Every morning my husband prepares breakfast. His daughter often helps him. I don’t know why, but I’m always busy. Either you need to dry your hair, or you need to lie down at the sea and sunbathe). By the way, I found a place away from people where I allowed myself to sunbathe naked. I was not alone in experiencing bliss. From time to time my clients joined me. The food here is very tasty. Yes, the food, the air itself is delicious. Green-blue, woody-herbal, floral-salty from the sea. Tomatoes and cucumbers are like grandma’s in the village, and therefore the salads are awesome, cereals and potatoes cooked by my husband, cheeses andsandwiches with butter, and also matsoni - everything melts in your mouth. We eat with gusto. And we're planning dinner. My husband is cooking again. He does better. So he fed us for two weeks. Our beloved breadwinner.---------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------======= =========Local market in Tsandripsh. We are traveling with our friend from Ufa, who, like Carlson, settled on the roof of our house. Ahhhh so much. I love southern markets, I adore southern dialect. Smells of spices, fruits, cheese and fresh fruit. It's a little cheaper here. I managed to buy cheap pears for 50 rubles. Mmm delicious. I don't like peaches, but I took them. I tried it. Didn't fall in love again. Persimmon jam? Of course I want! Very sweet, even too sweet. But in the evening it was very useful for tea. When the persimmons ran out, we ate fig jam. And also huge pasties. I've never seen anything like this! We bought one with cheese and shared it among everyone. They are really huge. And of course, delicious. The road to Tsandripsh is very beautiful and further on to Pitsunda and Gagry. Cypress trees, blue sky and sea. And thoughts - was it really possible that the film “Winter Evening in Gagra” was filmed here? I see a familiar arch. How interesting. I'll come and check it out. Pitsunda. Straw umbrellas on the beach. Fine sand and clear sea. The entry into the sea is soft and cozy. I don't want to leave. And why aren’t we in Pitsunda? “But we have beautiful stones there,” my son answers my internal question. “And it’s true,” I smile, “And there is a Russian connection.” ============= ===================================================== ========================== The road to the mountains. Mountains are always unusual. Delight. Let's go and look around. We go out to the waterfalls. We take pictures with all sorts of rubbish, our son bungee jumps, we buy a slingshot and a whistle. It’s extremely important and necessary!)) And I fell in love with the bracelet. They say it's silver. However, there is no test. But they don’t do minting any other way. This is how they explain it. Price 800 rub. Damn. I feel like I can’t live without this bracelet. - Give in a little, huh? - I ask plaintively. - No. I can not. I am a salesperson. And this is coinage! I have money. Of course I'll take it. After all, I’ve never had such beauty before... I’m happy with the food, like a cat that has eaten too much sour cream. Oz. Ritsa. Cute and cute. But not ah ah. We've seen more beautiful places... But the place itself is terribly calm. Of course, Stalin himself chose this place for his dacha. The dacha plunged me into the past without any time machine. Tables, chairs, record player, furniture, floors... goosebumps. The young guide probably repeats for the hundredth time how Stalin slept in three bedrooms and two beds. Yes. Exactly. No one knew where exactly he was, not even his guards. From each bedroom a secret exit led to another bedroom. In which there were also two beds. In one night he could change all the beds and all the bedrooms. The body is seized with animal fear. Brrr. What a weirdo. He eventually died of a stroke. And yet I liked it there... New Athos. Monastery. Everything is green. I bought earrings again, again silver, without hallmark. I don’t have any money with me, only on the card. Surprisingly they have card acceptance. Earrings dangle beautifully on my ears instead of noodles. ======================================================= ===================================================== ==== Sochi. Olympic Park. The lighting is beautiful. The place is grand. Historical, I would say. We didn't have time to see the fountains. We've already gone far enough. And suddenly the music light started working. Let's run back. We listen, we film, we watch. Noah I can’t get rid of the thoughts that something is wrong. Simply beautiful and impressive. But... And suddenly I remember, Dubai Mall, a singing fountain, even without lighting effects, it seems. Just dancing water. But god, it was cathartic. Everyone is crying. Yeah. It’s not always good when you have something to compare with...Evening sea. Koster. There are 22 of us from different cities. The daughter plays the guitar. Singing songs. And we roast in the warmth of the fire. We joke and laugh again. Local dogs are nearby, treating us as if they were their own. Starry sky overhead. How good -:)