On such cold evenings, I warmly remember my beloved India, from which I have been separated for the 2nd year and I'm no longer sure that I will ever see her. We used to visit it every year, then every two years. And now I don't know when I will be able to breathe in this native and beloved air again, enjoy the view of the ocean when approaching Mumbai or Goa... Stop, otherwise I'm whining again😂 I'd rather remember our adventures. In 2013, my husband, I and a group of our friends went on motorbikes from North Goa to South Goa, and then to Gokarna. In Margao, our company got a little lost, in Palolem, one girl was severely poisoned by some dish and came to her senses only in Galjibaga. We couldn't find an our place for a long time. It was very expensive and crowded in Palolem. In Galjibaga the bungalows on the shore were occupied. And after a long search we settled in a wonderful house called "Grace"❤️. But the hostess was a little taken aback by our numbers and dinner had to wait, but it was great.️ The view from the balcony was very picturesque, we loved to sit on the terrace. And the first night we woke up to the sound of thunder. Yes!!!!👻 It was the first thunderstorm and rain in India in my life!!! I've never seen this before. Surprisingly, on the same night, a meteorite fell in the Russian city Chelyabinsk. These are the adventures we had in a couple of February days. #india #southgoa #adventures #trips #originalcontent #originalphotos
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