In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Hmm… Beach?

Our beach above. We had a storm. Seaweed invaded. What a mess…

Inside this large cage above is a cats dinner dream…

Above, we are the cats dream food…

Above, parasailing…

Has been interesting. Rain has abnormally hit our beach area. Guess all of us Russians did it? There are a bunch of us here…

Svetochka and I went to a local store. The cashier asked where we from? He asked, “Poland?”

When he found out America and Russia, we became proclaimed as Trump and Putin…

Hee hee…

People are in disbelief that an American and Russian get along, at all. The western propaganda is strong in Tunisia…

Hmm…

WtR

About the author

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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