Carreta, Carreta Zante (Zakynthos) is a rich island. Zante's wealth is palm trees and lijanderers, steep white walls and turquoise sea, the most beautiful sunset that the Greeks sell elegantly along with the hound blue patlidzan and absolute tzatziki. It's rich with turtles, which will take your whole attention, because they will be around you, on prospectus, in the posters, in placards for escursions from 15 to 95 euros, to small sweet magnesons for hairdressers. The Carthagoras (Carreta Carreta!) Takes us through life, the Indians claim. She had been settled in Laganas, the spice of the little sweet drunken Britons. Mama Carreta is naively hoping that some turtle will succeed in getting water from the sand, and that she will avoid the stabbing of a parasol and a flip flop rebuilt by a thick drunk Liverpool woman. Hope of our Carnot is under question. Of the 1000 successors, only one swims into the Ionian Sea-the origin of life, at least for me, this year. The c...
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