“Я кайфонула.”
Quiet, cozy, peaceful. No one disturbed me. Fruit grew in the courtyard—apples, figs—and I was allowed to pick and eat them. Persimmon, lemon, walnut were not ripe yet but will be in a month. The room was roomy, bright, with a view of mountains and clouds. Planes didn’t bother me; they flew in the opposite direction. One time a plane flew over me, it was beautiful. Sunrises were visible. There was a gas stove and a fridge in the room. A shared washing machine was in the corridor right behind the door. No neighbors, I stayed in silence and calm. As I love it. On request, the host Asmati made me Adjarian khachapuri. I didn’t eat all of it, I don’t eat much, but it was tasty. I liked everything. There are small nuances, but they are not critical. There is a sewage smell in the mornings, but it quickly disappears. During the day and in the evening the smell is gone. Sometimes motorcyclists rev the road, 3–4 times in 5 days. There is a stationary construction nearby, it didn’t bother anything, even the opposite—one can step onto the balcony in the morning and say hello to the sun.
Anna3 settimane fa