What woman does not dream of a romantic weekend? That that this weekend was already lucked. Dear friend, read real stories from real women and learn from other errors.
Life for breast
For a wedding trip, we went to the mountains. Favorite took the organization for himself and swore that everything will be very comfortable. Well, the first few days while we spent the night in the guest house, indeed, it was not bad. Then our group (from the economy of the tour he chose the group) was tired higher in the mountains, and we had to sleep in a tent. With a cute grandmother-yogin and her 10-year grandson.It was cold. It is possible to wash only in an ice stream. Food is only hiking, fresh and monotonous. Sleep in sleeping bag. The grandmother in the parking lots kindly offered not to be shy, and herself made a rack on his head.
From a good I remember only how my husband and I were fighting from the group, seeing a rustic selmo, bought a piece of the sternus, chocolate, and devoured in secret, without changing. I then got into the hospital with inflammation of the lungs.
Pedagogical alloy
To me, the cavalier promised a very simple hike, on catamarans. Like, let's go on a river with good friends, sit yourself on the camera, but admire the views. Just forgot to say that he goes to the campaign, as a teacher, accompany several dozen schoolchildren.
I realized that it was unclean, only when we arrived at the start of the start and began to unload the ton of the supplies on the shore, preparing to meet with the kids. Well, what, tuned to a pioneer rest, with the songs by the fire, porridge in the bucket and attempts to find a secluded corner under the tree so as not to stumble upon another seventh grader.
And no romance is not for children. And after the campaign, too, no clear thing.
On Bali!
I was completely young and never happened at the sea. Boyfriend I had an authoritative, serious uncle, loved to learn a life and so that all by him. Dropped immediately at Bali. He tanned some in life, and I'm a pale mol. From morning to the beach, Ida to the sea to the boobs, Ida roll in the sun. Here you are watermelon, coconut, ice cream.Tumbled to the evening. The remaining time I treated solar burns and diarrhea. Unsuccessful mistresses poured the grief in the bar. So home and flew. He is drunk, I am red as scraped cancer, and evil.
Not up to borscht
Meeting with an Italian. Invited in winter to his homeland, removed the cottage by the sea. I really got about romantics and somehow did not think that in winter and in Italy is cold, especially on the sea wind. And at home is not heated!
Somehow we warmed the kitchen and the bedroom, and between them moved the ranks, stretching along the pair of sweaters. I tried not to go out on the street at all. I also promised to get acquainted with Russian cuisine, but instead he had to make me acquaintance with the assortment of Italian pharmacies. Rubber, cough, throat ...
Fatal bucket
Let's go to the cottage to him. In November. Countryside in the late autumn is generally rather dying and does not attract romantic feelings. And there, and there was no bubble in the house and amenities. There was a lot of perished. Right in the kitchen.He, though, tried. Mulled wine, warm plaid ... But I have fallen everything. Princesses today make a lot of themselves, but still not.
Cool route
We walked on one European town in which he was already. Suddenly he says that we need to get off the road. And drags me somewhere through the loaf, crude and densely overgrown with blackberries, bushes with spikes and mature berries. Also cool under the mountain. And I, on the occasion of walking in a civilized place, in bright pants and light white shoes.
Meters 200 We were strained straight through the forest, I got out from there all wet and dirty. I cured everything in the world, the legs almost shifted. I look, and the left is a comfortable asphalt track, and on it, tourists come out on the same viewing area as we.
I ask him: "Tell me, why did we go through the forest?" And he replies: "Well, just as romantic!"
Holiday coward
We rested at sea, and everything was great. We hire a couple of Velikov and ride everywhere. Dinner usually at the hotel, but somehow closer to the evening I drove in a cafe in the historic center. For some reason, there was very slowly serviced. He all greeted to quit dinner in the middle, and it seemed to me it was a strange idea, well, sit down, chat, it's hard to wait.At some point he cleared, jumped up, threw money on the table, sat down on a bike and died. I'm shocked. I want to achieve, and catch up, and after the neck to give for that. Some of the unfamiliar city got out, found our hotel, he sits in the room inflated.
After a long persuade, it splits: he is very afraid of darkness and did not want to go around the city after sunset! And I fantasized how we will dawn on the beach to meet or swim under the moon.
All wrong
The guy promised me a wonderful rest, because he knew the place perfectly where we were going. The best beaches, the best restaurants ... but in this and turned out to be a catch.
He constantly compared what was, with what was. And all the time it turned out that it was better before. Wine is tastier, the service is a better, tickets are cheaper, the lawn is cleaner. I didn't seem beautiful to me as a new person, but the satellite directly set out to convince me that we are in a terrible, terrible place.
Closer to the end it turned out what was the matter. He was there before, and compared not the place, and I was with her. Hair is not those swimsuit is not the one, and the woman is not that.
Gallop in Europe
For a long time argued, as best, and I trusted his experience. They took the car for rent, stopped in cheap hostels. Say, savings, but we will see more. And, however, eight cities rushed at the speed of hurricane.That's just except the endless road and poor two-storey beds, I do not remember anything. For walks, sightseeing, but just on vacation did not have enough time. And our shopping was at refueling. I found out where it was, only at home when I revised the photos.
Kotovo solution
And we did not go anywhere. He returned from a business trip and threw his backpack, without disagreeing things to the floor. And I decided to insist on my: Must a man learn how to put his things in the dirty. Then I will wash. Yes, and it is indecent to shust his pockets and bags.
He wanted to check me for durability: I will give up and wrapped with a dirty or allow a backpack so far in the middle of the corridor. That's how we waited for the day when the dispute was solved by our cat. He stood up this backpack from above DONAZU, especially diligently - a branch with its passport. And we will fly in a week.