It's that time again: I put on myself a month back to the sea to escape the allergy. But this time it is not the North Sea, but the tranquil village of Patara in Turkey.
was in the last week, still excited about the trip and I thought, 'My goodness, when you fly once away , and just then immediately goes up an entire volcano, "
When the time is not an exaggeration. because you feel persecuted but almost personally.
But, anyway, it has not even hit me then. The sky is clear again, and it looks like the aftermath overcome (even if the flier at check-in quite fully worked). As it is, but I come off as planned, and this evening I can then sign in the distance.
if I can. When it next month so here is empty, I have no Internet, between the ancient ruins, and for once a good excuse for my silence.
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