Hotel Leto Yalta

... promenade. There were a lot of people dancing. When I got there, it was a slow dance and older couples, younger couples, parents dancing with their toddlers, everyone was enjoying it. Then it got lively with everyone just doing their own thing including this lady who I would swear was older than me and still I saw her do a squat and jump up like a classic Russian Nutcracker Ballet dancer. I would break myself trying to do that. It was a full moon and they were ...

... most military organizations and indeed a lot of company organizations, never say what you want because you won’t get it. He didn’t’ get any position to use his language skills ever but because he had them, he continued to take the test every year and received 10% extra pay for the skills. Another typical corporate example of mismanagement of personnel.

In Sevastopol and Yalta, I have seen more symbols ...

Battleview Orchards in Freehold is a farm that has been owned by the same family for over 100 years. There are many apple varieties (I counted seven, but there are more) and it was a fun day for the whole family as well as a day outside enjoying the weather.

Combine this adventure with a nice lunch in one of the many eateries on Rt. 18, a few stops along the several nurseries on the way and a fun family day ...

... annual Chowder Festival. All the local shops also have a mass clear out of all summer stock so it was busy with people looking or a bargain and chowder lovers. For those of you who aren't sure what chowder is (and i wasn't until this trip) its like a soup with clams, potatoes, carrots etc and generally comes in either New England (a creamy colored one) or Manhattan (which is more tomato based), having tried them both I would plump for the Manhattan. Sunday s ...

... something. Couldn't identify it. But it was the size of a plate and looked like a stingray body.

We took a ride down the shoreline--it was a ski lift that ran parallel to the shore, right over the beach.

But then we were pretty much beached out. We packed up and drove to our next destination.
What a great weekend though! We feel very refreshed and relaxed going into this new week, ready to face the challenges that await. I just need to get the sand out from between my toes.

... gatemusikanter, selgere, turister og russiske devosjkaer med fyrstikkbein, fyldig byste, pene trekk og raus sminke.

Kanskje setter jeg meg ned og hører på en av gatemusikantene hvis jeg en sjelden gang finner noe jeg liker. En amerikansk, omreisende trubadur, eller en lokal, arbeidsløs operasangerinne, for eksempel.

Eller kanskje setter jeg meg bare ned og ser på havet, spiser solsikkefrø og drikker øl sakte.

En annen mann i annet land.

... the little box on his dash full of coins and small bills and gestured the price. I put my money on the dash and took a seat. The road winded along the coast, the scenery was gorgeous. The driver called out a stop and looked at me in the review mirror. I guess this must be my stop. Thanked him (one of the words I had learnt) and hopped off. I had a bit of trouble finding the path from the road down to the Castle and apparently took the wrong one. So a walk through a ...

... to the promenade was a rocky beach full of people. I wandered down to the end and there were a bunch of market stalls. Have I mentioned it was +30 and a clear blue sky? Then I went along a side street that had a little river running next to it with tiny water falls all along. The street was mainly people selling painting and little Baba's sold plastic cups of nuts and packs of smoke off upside down boxes. I wandered a bit more before finding a cafeteria style place to ...