Portugal
Ya lyublyu Portugaliyu. Ya ne hochu zdes´ zhyt´, net - no mne nravitsya prieszhat´ syuda snova i snova. I ya hotela by podarit´ ee vsem dorogim dlya menya lyudyam - prisoedinyaites´, esli ne seychas, to kak-nibud´ potom, no obyazatel´no - ono togo stoit. Eto skazochnaya i uzhe ochen´ rodnaya dlya menya strana.. Osobenno vse eti mahon´kie gorodki na poberezhye. Surfing.. Oshyshenie svobody in the middle of nowhere - na myse, kogda nabluydaesh zahodyashee v okean solnze, a vysota utesa pod nogami - s 16-etazhnyi dom, i vnizy volny razbivayutsya o kamni tak, chto do bryzg, kazhetsya, rukoy podat´, i veter pochti sbivaet s nog.... Zdes´ deystvitel´no samyi luchshyi otpusk.