Grog - 90, Mulled Wine - 100

The first sign of life at the resort - mushrooms dealers. They sell all crap, useless ordinary person, but once they are, then, tourists have.

Surprisingly, the sea receded. The beach stretches along the back of the prom, but the desire did not have to go down, although this time the sand as hard as asphalt. White - it's not salt, it is snow - lasts from late December. Even weird for our latitude.

The hungry seagulls beg from tourists zhrachku. The order of hundreds of birds circling over the two pairs: the grandmother and the boy on the beach with a boy and Auntie on the boardwalk. Gulls hungrily grabbed the bread right out of the hands, doves prefer to pick up the crumbs from the promenade.

There is a small shop selling warming. I do not know, bought it or not, but the smell of fresh mulled wine pleasantly tickled his nose.

But frankly, to do at this time in nothing - on the street or minus 10, it is in the central latitudes as minus 20. It is better to stay at home or in a warm cafe and warm up with something stronger than tea.

Merry Christmas, by the way. Although not baptized and did not believe, but you know, it's not a reason not to congratulate each other on a holiday. In general, one more reason to plunk some. And I quietly rake debris from last year.

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