This text contains a mix of emotions and impressions, funny incidents and little usefulness, without historical references, routes and clear recommendations : )) How it all began I don't even remember when I had a dream about Portugal.
About 15 years ago, my husband visited Minsk on a business trip. He returned in complete admiration for the city, I, of course, listened to him, gasped and groaned, but I could not understand his enthusiasm, or rather, be imbued with them.
This is probably not really a review, but a story about the fact that in life there are retributions and rewards : )) It's summer! The children were sent to the village to raise their grandparents.