Where do our thoughts escape to?
The wondrous one that sneaks out while we languidly watch the sea change its colors? The pressing ones that run away as soon as our mind got caught in the seagull’s wing. The long forgotten ones that elope us before we even blink the sun away.
Where do they go?
Looking UP: in Mamaia and Constanta, by the Black Sea #Im4Ro
While holidaying in Mamaia, near Constanta, at the Black Sea one August we booked a tour in a double-decked bus. Just as spectacular as Sighisoara, Brasov or Bucharest, here are some of the sights we spotted while looking up…
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