People always want to go to the sea, especially women. Either they complain about bad weather, or they cough loudly and heavily. Then they sniffle and ask for more salt with iodine. They are chilly wrapped in three hundred and fifty fur coats and padded jackets. They constantly measure the ambient temperature and compare it with their own, silently, but with a value. But if a woman is already asking to take her to Dubai, then this means that the man is a complete insensitive idiot. The heat at the dacha is not suitable for a woman. A good climate begins at least a thousand kilometers from home. Gelendzhik is also suitable. Then the guy is wonderful right away, just like in the song. Sometimes even from a woman you can hear words of delight about how good it is in Gelendzhik, and no Dubai and Thailand are even close.
And after walking along the promenade back and forth for 10 kilometers, you no longer need anything extra. Bay, sea and bay. Sun and mountains. Clouds and wind. Jellyfish and dogs. Squirrels and Pitsunda pine.