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At what point begins a journey? When you start to prepare at home? When you arrive at the airport? When you step on a new city? Sometimes I think that the journey begins when he has already become ...
As the sun was fading among the rural landscape of Suzdal, the stall of the party were picking cucumbers amp rack and all that stuff they could not sell cars and trucks in a little ramshackle. It seemed, however, that the party was not over at all, because even heard music on the other side of the river Kamenka. We crossed a wooden footbridge amp rack that had become the site of an old Russian fable. The water barely moved, mirrored tower and dome of one of the many churches in the town and rocking yellow amp rack lilies that were drifting. The blue starry dome of the Kremlin was now on the other side of the river and the music we got increasingly harder on the ears.
We followed the river and music until we find a square decorated with colorful pennants and powerful speakers amp rack that accompanied the food and vodka in a large number of people. Nobody, however, danced, except a boy of about ten years he did in front of everybody and showed his skills as rhythmic who has done all his life, Just like a circus performer was applauded by all of us who looked. We stayed for a while, but then we went back to the river beyond the center of low houses and churches. Along the way we were surprised shouts of a group of friends who were thrown into the river holding a rope like Tarzan Russian esblanqueïts. The water must be cold when you consider that the cries were falling when making a great patatxap.
Occasionally, after a basing of the way, the Kremlin appears again, always gorgeous rising against the dark was erasing the outskirts of the houses and landscape. At eight o'clock we went to dinner at a little restaurant in the center. It was warm and full of people who already had dessert. I ordered a slice of cheese and pork with plums. Me were served with coleslaw and baked potatoes. I found it gorgeous though there was a bit too much mustard for my taste. After dinner, we took the road back to the bed & breakfast. We were away and darkness Suzdal had become a sort of maze. We gave a few laps streets of houses without finding our colors. Twelve thousand inhabitants hid in a rural area without breaking their harmony, but that played against logic planning. Finally, however, we eventually found the house we wanted blue.
The next day it was raining off with a sky that looked like we would fall on them. For breakfast, the owner made us a delicious blinis served with smetana, a kind of sour cream often used in Russian cuisine. We also use your garden tomatoes and cucumbers. While esmorzàvem, she continued doing Blin after another in a pan that gave round the old pre-Christian associated with the sun coming after a winter of cold and snow. Some words in English, Russian and a few gestures with his arms, we understand that the cucumbers and tomatoes that were on the table were freshly harvested from small greenhouse that allowed him to have four natural products despite the extreme climate of the northern Europe.
It was raining very hard when we left to go to the Monastery of St. Eutimi, one of the jewels of Suzdal. It was not far, but again we had to cross the river and climb Kamenka us towards the walls of the walled enclosure amp rack built in the fourteenth century religious. amp rack The river was full of water lilies, drops were drawing water and a family of ducks resting on a log and tried to be confused with the landscape. The walls and towers of red brick had been erected in the seventeenth century to protect one of the entrances of the city dating from this period and the Cathedral of the Transfiguration of the Savior, sticking his head and cut the profile of its six Green and golden domes of the gray rain that day. When we were on top of the small hill we realized that although the monastery was closed amp rack and we used to go to the Church of Our Lady of Smolensk which was just across the street, where a lost Suzdal some showed their rurality and also had traffic lights and zebra step. In the small church there were people praying right and some grandmothers with head scarves sitting on a bench wall closest to the door. Two women and a man standing near the altar, which remained amp rack closed, sang a cappella as forced the Eastern Orthodox Church.
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