... me through to a girl who spoke fair French. I could confirm she was indeed Arkam's beloved who had left Armenia years back. Now the two little doves spent their time daydreaming about how to reunite. The ...
... protagonist's entrance and follows his movements on stage. When the sunrays hit the stones of those tumbling houses their colour turned to a beautifully warm hue – and a lovely picture was created on the ...
... into the ceiling panelling and builders coming and going. Finally, a young man wearing only a loincloth walked into the lounge and set the radio to play a lovely relaxation music to which he did meditation. ...
My first afternoon of exploration in Saint Petersburg was fantastic. I fell in love with the city to the point that I couldn't stop admiring new perspectives, and I underrated hours of fatigue just in ...
... the design of this militaristic structure; a lovely wooden chalet, typical of the countryside, but of which many examples, quite often in a battered condition, are scattered around Samara; and finally ...
... hangover confirmed that innocent it was not, but at least I had the memory of a lovely night out.
With a strange feeling in my body I left my friends still sleeping and went out to visit the great Lenin ...
... summer to offer courses of Italian language and culture. She has established a lasting relationship of love with her second hometown, the very place that cost the lives of so many soldiers.
I was coming ...
... tract. The safety standards and professional diseases were a constant attempt on the workers' lives. I couldn't help remembering the miserable picture painted by DH Lawrence in Sons and Lovers, the hell ...
... on a couple of lovers on the terrace, on the three college students that had come to drink a coffee with a view, like me. The sun was setting on the horizon and nature in the dusk acquired a mysterious ...
... only three dishes: bread with honey, bread with spinach and breadcrumbs soaked in butter and honey. I felt in love with the place and decided to stay for the night.
In the afternoon, as I walked up to ...
... and helpful, but not wanting to push my luck any further, I spent the night out of town.
I got a bus to nondescript Wondo Washa and joined a couple of two lovers on an day outing to romantic Wondo ...
... any energy because of the build-up of intense physical activity in the last days, but loved the village so much that I decided to spend my last Guizhou night there. The lower village is pretty enough but ...
... and eventually we got to a lovely town on the banks of a green blue river with a temple complex of great architectural and historical value. The views over the calm waters that reflected a parade of houses ...
... We had hotpot and then they wanted to see my hotel room. Being just a 68 Y room I felt a bit embarrassed, but they loved it. We cramped into the room and sat down on the bed and as the temperature increased ...
... love for her country, but she replied national pride was not the point. When injustice is committed it doesn’t matter where it happens. As we were chatting, I noticed how the white complexion of her skin ...
... this period, while the rest of her group took the way of return, she decided to stay longer, not just for the dancing. Since her motive was love, she braced herself for her first cohabitation experience ...
... thatched huts, the road crosses two communities and finally touches Larabanga.
I put up at a guesthouse that offered simple rooms and sincere hospitality. All around was the lovely community straddling ...
Last night I took a stroll through an exciting night market that made me fall in love with Kashgar at first sight. It was unlike any other Chinese market I had seen so far, full of visitors and stalls ...
... And I had to turn down repeated offers from the man who had changed my 50 € because he had fallen in love with my wrist watch and absolutely wanted to buy it. He went as far as offering 30 percent more ...
... myself that never will I submit to such an ordeal.
In the late afternoon I hire a bike and have a lovely ride along a street that skirts dainty farmhouses just outside the town. You would believe yourself ...