We set the alarm for 3.15. But we weren't allowed to sleep for those extra sweet fifteen minutes. At exactly 3 the hotel phone rang. Happy birthday, my love! It's not hot outside, so I didn't wear shorts, but sweatpants and a light jacket.
I hardly slept at night. I was afraid to sleep. We left the hotel at 3.10. The bus was already parked. The manager warned that there are few people who want to go to Cappadocia, everyone prefers to lie on the beach, so the bus will be small.
Vadik's birthday is this year. And not some unfortunate 50, but as many as 60! And, of course, you need to spend this day somehow outside the box. Not a face in olive oil.