Spain, but it’s raining all the time. It’s deny the stereotype telling that Spain is warm and sunny country. For me it is like Bieszczady. Rain, rain rain… One day we went to a Basque restaurant in The Old Seaport. I was observing a waiter. She was fat. Her hands were roughened. Her hair was messy. To be honest she was not very pretty, but I liked her. She hold with iron hand everything in the restaurant. She didn’t make any unnecessary movement. In her free time she was joking, dancing, teased her colleague. She didn’t work, she enjoyed her life. It was beautiful!
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