Going to the Golden Sands, I thought about why the resort is exactly the so-called. But wet sand there really resembles yellow gold. Especially at night, I liked to go on the sand on the border of the tide, when we walked home from the center of the resort.
Rested at the Gradina Hotel, I liked the pleasant staff, with some even made friends. Arriving on September 11, they were surprised that it was impossible to pour on the beach. But we found where to settle down. The prices for lounge chairs are unpleasant surprised, so we used our bedding and umbrella. First, the sea cloved us. From the 15th, the people went down and became relatively empty. But soon the weather stopped pleased, the wind blew, the storm began, especially inflated after dinner. It was forbidden to swim. Sometimes it hung yellow, sometimes a red flag, but we found a secluded bay on the left on the beach of the Riviera complex, and the rest of the holidays did not turn out to be spoiled.
Walking in the evening according to the promenade, I had to fight off from inviting restaurants, shops, cafes and clubs. But I liked that seeing a falling asleep's dad in my hands, they did not even try to come and shovel.
We went to the student botanical garden in Varna, the garden is simply huge and beautifully well maintained.
In the golden sands you feel at home, you want to return here.