Back in Alexandria now for 5 days, infinite sadness, deserted city, but some certainties remain: the Cebra, MediaWorld and the characteristic smell of dirt nearby Alessandrini (or I will not wash myself?). Ah! How am I tied to my land!
And to think that a week ago I was in Tuscany with Giuly, happy land just two hours from home intercity where the air is clean, the view is beautiful and the boys even more.
Well, it duopo that tells the "what" like "" where "and" why "of the successful journey.
First, a correction will be iodine doping or will be simply that there are less and study more in the gym, the fact is that ... um ... Put it this way ... the amount of well-cooked meat that is in that place not think I've ever seen anywhere else ... My God! I think it's the closest thing to my idea of \u200b\u200bheaven ... oh but everyone! Not one that lowers nowhere near the definition of "cute". Where's My Car from all up ... I know ... I can not wait to come back ... AH ... also all heterosexual and boyfriends .... But not too
dilunghiamoci; perfect journey, the train on time (no, not snowing) first day at sea is also perfect in Carrara.
Evening disc: the Seven (from whom I stole a label "confidential" that I keep jealously now, I do not know why), local chicchissimo where they charge 25 euro to get you not to be completely paved with gold, or there was an elephant, you need the cuba libre. The thing that amazed me was the amount of people at the entrance: so many, but just so many hundreds and hundreds, all eager to get crowded on each other in a niche, which is more than cute ..... The problem is the music: there are no songs, just an endless base house heavy ball ..... That shit!
However, the bouncer, at least they were nice, and me even more because I also have taken on without asking too many stories (toh! that phrase straight) and one girl even gave me his ticket for free admission (.. ...............)
The following days have passed between days on the beach, walking in the evenings and momtagna shovel, place (not a local, is not nothing, but it's fun) where the food is ridiculously good and the villagers caught by a sudden spirit of generosity will also pay the dinner, but on the other hand claim that tu balli insieme a loro lisci, polke, macarene, e Y.M.C.A., l'unica a cui non sono riuscito a sottrarmi (come i village non ci'è nessuno).
Poi Deborah: pazza scatenata che non sei altro; lei è una di quelle che nelle curve in montagna fa dei sorpassi pazzeschi intorno ai 100 km/h senza troppo scomporsi e insultando chiunque vada sotto gli 80 all'ora. La adoro. Anche i suoi amici li adoro ma per altri motivi più profondi (in effetti erano sotto le magliette).
Poi la nonna di Giuly: parla da sola. Sempre. E credo ormai di conoscere la sua vita a memoria.
Poi Giuly: che ormai conosce meglio di me il mio cellulare, che in quei cinque giorni ha fatto completamente suo.
La cosa che credo mi rimarrà impression of this holiday will be the return trip: was to last three hours, it lasted five. We had to take a train, we have taken a third of which has also caught fire ... What more do you want out of life .... a Lucan? No, oh well for this time I'll settle for a Long Island.
Well, my 85th post is made: Pietra Ligure next destination and then at the end Ahosto all again in Tuscany to feast his eyes and possibly get someone. And in the meantime let's overdose Mediaworld of those crazy.
Regards.
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