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

Yummy and Tunisia…

And…

And…

And…

Hmm… too much good food. Last night was crab night. Svetochka never had crab before and after I showed her how to deal with them, she was like a kid in a candy store…

We are here for two more weeks. Place is full of French, Germans and Russians….oh and only one American….and that is how I like it…

Time to go swimming…

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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