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Musings of an Ukraine Traveler |
The Rooms
| I crossed a small bridge to get to my residence. I was surrounded by trees, bushes, flowers in a riot of colors. There had not been a freeze yet here. My room was so luxurious! Hot running water always. Nothing falling off the wall nor any shoddy construction. It was German. The temperature was so mild that I had to turn off my heat ( another real treat having control of the room temperature) and opened the door to my balcony. The last picture on this page shows the view I had from that balcony. |
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