Livrarea Comenzilor
Comenzile primite in ziua respectivă se livrează a doua zi calendaristică.
Comenzile sunt livrate prin firma de curierat GLS Curier, livrarea făcându-se la adresa indicată de client, in ziua urmatoare lucratoare, dupa preluarea coletului, pe intreg teritoriul Romaniei intre orele 08:00 si 17:00, de Luni pana Vineri.
Transportul este gratuit in Romania la comenzi peste 100 lei.
Transportul international este suportat de client. Acesta isi poate alege mijlocul de transport care este cel mai convenabil.
The drive took three hours. The last mile was a dirt path lined with ferns so tall they scraped the side of her Subaru. Paula, ever the over-packer, had brought three suitcases for a weekend. She didn’t know yet that she wouldn’t need a single zipper.
Turning 39 at the Holy Nature Nudists: A Birthday Suit Birthday Story (Part 1)
There are two kinds of fortieth-birthday-eve crises. The first involves buying a red sports car you can’t afford. The second involves taking off everything you can afford—your clothes, your baggage, your ego—and standing barefoot in the moss. The drive took three hours
To be continued in Part 2…
No one was seeing anything now.
Paula laughed nervously. “Just turning 39. I feel more like ‘expired milk’ than ‘newborn.’”
She blew out the candle. She made her wish. She didn’t know yet that she wouldn’t need
Here’s the thing about being 39. You know your body. You’ve made peace with the C-section scar, the mosquito-bite mole on your left rib, the way your thighs ripple when you walk down stairs. But knowing your body and showing your body to 30 strangers while holding a kale smoothie are two very different things.
The drive took three hours. The last mile was a dirt path lined with ferns so tall they scraped the side of her Subaru. Paula, ever the over-packer, had brought three suitcases for a weekend. She didn’t know yet that she wouldn’t need a single zipper.
Turning 39 at the Holy Nature Nudists: A Birthday Suit Birthday Story (Part 1)
There are two kinds of fortieth-birthday-eve crises. The first involves buying a red sports car you can’t afford. The second involves taking off everything you can afford—your clothes, your baggage, your ego—and standing barefoot in the moss.
To be continued in Part 2…
No one was seeing anything now.
Paula laughed nervously. “Just turning 39. I feel more like ‘expired milk’ than ‘newborn.’”
She blew out the candle. She made her wish.
Here’s the thing about being 39. You know your body. You’ve made peace with the C-section scar, the mosquito-bite mole on your left rib, the way your thighs ripple when you walk down stairs. But knowing your body and showing your body to 30 strangers while holding a kale smoothie are two very different things.
