... it. As we approached Kazanlak, the scent of the roses came over us and I was looking through the window of the car with wide-open eyes. I didn't want to miss anything. Before, there were so many words, word, and more words. The picture of the real valley of roe cannot be compared with any words; you have to see it in person. The valley and between the rows of roses, Little old-fashioned stone houses dotted one side of the valley separated by narrow cobblestone paths. You have the feeling that you're in a different world. We arrived at the house and I was in a hurry to go out and explore every little detail of the valley. Daniela showed me around the town, but I couldn't wait to go closer to the Rose Valley. From the time I was a little girl, I'd heard of the Rose Valley ...

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