To avoid falling too far behind I'll summarize the most important events.
proceeding in strict chronological order, two weekends ago there was the legendary meeting of the four girls of the trulli in that of Rome. The climate has led me to regret mischievous, incredibly, the time for Milan, but we had fun anyway, we also saw our friend and we walked Producer tireless as he was leaving of our lives, except 2:00 to 3:00 taxi fares, up to date on their love lives, looking at monuments and shoe stores with the same enthusiasm. In short, things to girls.
To sum up, I could define that tourists make a living infamous tiring to die, that maybe true love exists, that the "mozzarella bar," especially in central areas such as, say, Campo dei Fiori tend to deceive the unwary patrons; Tassinari that the Romans were a gift from God. On this matter, it is true is that, at times I could sit down and, due to exhaustion, only to wait for death by starvation, if a providential Tassinari I brought her back home, either because of a sympathy unattainable. The first prize certainly goes to the one that took us to Heathrow, a wonderful Roman 65, who has entertained throughout the journey with philosophical dissertations on life and on young people and especially telling in great detail of his son, 'Aho' , a nun raccontallo if we believe, it seems to me that happens all 'fijo. Son who is the protagonist of a wonderful spot of Corona beer.
I mean, it was a wonderful trip. The downside is that the weekend by its very nature is short, and the consequences of fatigue were somewhat heavy to be disposed of: for example, last Tuesday, after having dinner with Sphinx, I started at 11.30 am on the couch saying "Only 5 minutes and then I go to bed." At that point I fainted and I have recovered only at 2.20 at night.
On Friday evening they took me to dinner in Covent Garden and then we went to hear jazz from Ronnie Scott, and it was really beautiful and fun. Except that one quarter of an hour, one o'clock at night, where I almost fainted from exhaustion, despite the 200 coffee swallowed during the day. On Saturday, with a bright sun to join us, we did a long tour in which I saw so many things I can not list them all: from Borough Market, we made the entire southern shore, then head into the Chelsea area. I had lunch with a basis of Guinness, sausages and mashed in a pub full of old men who watched the Six Nations. Italy against France, and we won! My friend A. I already asked if I can get back in that pub for the next game, I'll see what I can do. Then we saw a photo exhibition on the theme "Italian style on silver screen" organized for the Peroni. Very nice. Finally, drink at the pub, always on the bank of the Thames, and dinner at the Chinese filled in China Town.
I love London!
The English trip took me to pull a couple of conclusions: I find it pleasant even in London use public transport, will I ever learn not to look in the right when crossing the road, the London taxi drivers are polite and helpful, but the Romans are a thousand times better.
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