Having grown up by the sea, how would one manage to live with out it? That sound, that wonderful, primal sound. It has no beginning and no end, it's always changing and always the same. And the smell! Oh my Goddess. It contains all life in it.
How painful the war must have been to the people who live here. This is such a peaceful place, and to have it torn apart by the sound of bombers and rockets . . . . . I just can't imagine. I walk around . . . . . there are mothers pushing baby strollers and chatting with friends, children swimming and shrieking with joy, teens strutting their stuff, old men sitting in cafes drinking coffee and discussing the affairs of the world. And all that was shattered. I can't imagine.
I would love to retire here, also (as in, as well as several other places I've been). I think the cost of living here is about the same as the US. Though, perhaps, this town would compare in beauty to an Aspen while it's cost of living might be more like a Grand Junction. Food in the markets is about the same as home. I'm paying $600/month for "rent." So, about the same, eh wot?
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