We’re in the lovely city of Odesa. The charming scenes of old Europe, imperialistic statues and turn-of-the-century architecture, with verdant parks and emerald trees lining cobblestone streets, feel surreal. It’s surreal that such a serene paradise is marred by sirens and the threat of bombs.
But welcome to Putin’s Europe.
We walked to the Black Sea at Langeron and Otrada Beach. I walked out along a pier that Sonya was too scared to go down, and said hello to the sea. Its tumultuous tide was chaotic and crisp. I picked up a little handful of water and splashed it on my face. The water here is less salty than other marine locales I have visited. I had read it on an old Georgian website for travel that the Black Sea has less salt content than other seas.
Guess the Georgians were right for once.
We made sure to take lots of pictures of the city and the sea. Tomorrow, it’s my birthday and we’re going on a wine tasting of Ukrainian vintages from Odesa. I’m excited. Sonya doesn’t like wine that much, but she’s along for the ride.
Let’s hope the future days go as smoothly as today!
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