Vacations, Holidays ...
Incredibly, and against all expectations I could go to sea without serious psychic trauma, but obviously I have touched several times for exhaustion ...
So after ten days in Paris would be a trauma to go anywhere, but what if your drag you to the sea in a place bellssimo yes, but with average population density of one inhabitant per square kilometer in a paesone without cinema or library, with my brother and his girlfriend have been held her hand for all twelve hours Travel, that tickle in the car, sending it docks with the camera and rolling around in bed next to mine ...
well I say that to avoid the disaster I had brought a massive stock of books of all kinds but, given the total lack of things to do in the endless beach, I spent the third day ... I knew it in the mp3 Nirvana memory and I have to thank my friend and I paid the saved the doors for me ...
to make matters worse the last two days I caught a wolf with a long thunder and lightning that have deprived the holiday sole purpose that I was able to find: tan, and inevitably to the great joy of my brother and my wife have the fatal proposal "Let's go around villages and !!"... when after hours of hills and curves in the car and donkeys and farmers, and nothing more total landed my goal to have the courage to cry out earnestly," that looks bal panoramaaaaa "! !
I found to be totally insensitive to the views ...
The return trip was apocalyptic but the most heinous of all is that I get home today ... go tomorrow for the mountains! for the most isolated village in South Tyrol!!
I swear that for one month I did not complain of Brescia in Northern League, pussy, closed and so on is still equipped with libraries, cinemas, clubs, people, life ...
joined everything is penetrating nostlagia after returning to Paris ... I could not do a proper post because my beloved computer always has a plethora of problems that can not resolve the technical computer nonstante very cool , but I'm afraid not have any fantasy about me as He has found a home during a hot afternoon babysitting all dirty painting, wearing only a T-shirt Jim Morrison, but fortunately it is covered quite huge striped panties, while my cousin it was hidden, leaving the TV switched on at full volume and Mila ... Burle shiro!
However there are no words to describe how nice it was to run from Paris alone, living in a apartment with my best friends, even if the cohabitation has not been easy and there were times when we all seriously thought seriously about the murder, with disputes to be counted in the history ... but we have overcome the e. .. In the evening we were always on
scalintate of Montmartre, full of people and kids all playing guitar and singing ... in front of us lay the whole of Paris, full of light and color ... the sky pink ... oh God ... it was an unforgettable experience!
They are also able to orient myself better than expected, to use the metropolitan suburb without ending up in some strange, even to read the maps, to finally see the Musee d'Orsay (a unique wonder ... could not tear myself away from paintings, to really take into account the history of the uni!)
And Truffaut's grave in the cemetery of Montmartre, where a maesrtia of which only we are able we are also able to risk serious about making us close in July 14th!
Unfortunately my friends were not very entusuaste the visit and then I decided not to go to Pere Lachaise, I would not sopprortato time there as well, so I decided to put off waiting for the right time for something so important!
and I also did a wonderful shopping ^_____________________________-
Obviously I ran out the card the machine will post pictures soon so many pictures that I have already placed anywhere in my room ... I'm too good ... every night they played ONE of U2, and then in my moments of nostalgia for the voluntary and masochistic and put it on at full volume on photos and movies!
Sigh sigh ... sorry for this outburst was long, but not so much that I wrote a bit 'and I needed ... a big kiss to all and Happy Holidays ... I'm going to pack your bags for the mountains!
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