Nastya

From Canada to Sicily 🍊 — after traveling the world I realized one simple thing: it’s not the place that matters, but the one who walks beside you. The world feels empty when you are alone.In this section they ask to describe myself? — Well... Imagine me laughing on a narrow street in Lisbon, bargaining with an orange seller at the market in Palermo 🍊 drinking coffee at a gas station in Canada at 4:00 in the morning, or standing in the middle of a field in Ukraine — fighting with the pests of the land. All this is me. Simple and real.I love the earth and have dedicated myself to agronomy. Thanks to work and mind I have seen the world, and for me it smells like freshly cut grass and the scent of soil after rain.

I lived in Italy, now I am rarely there, but Sicily is forever in my heart. It was there I realized: I am like their oranges. Sunny on the outside, sweet inside, and leaving the aftertaste of a real woman.

I imagine him like this: he can chop wood with a bare torso, and then, as soon as he hears that his wife has come home, drop the axe and sit next to her with a cup of coffee ☕. And there, in the kitchen, the two of them talk about everything in the world — from the little things of the day to the big dreams.I need a man with whom we will build life together: delicious! Delicious to build life. With passion, with love, and for real. Where it is not important “where we are,” but “what we are together.”