September 20
Grapes in the sea!
The boat is dangerous.
Spend too much time makes you the "bad earth" and then when you walk on the island of Ilovik the edge of the turquoise waters and transparent after a dinner of grilled meat will fall into the water of the harbor and the knee scars Croatia in the night while a fat man, and just sitting on a bench under a pine tree looks at you and think "these English drunkards."
The day after you put the shoes out to dry on the edge of the boat caused by the patrol boat and a wave of police is to see why there is nobody on deck makes them fall into the deep sea 70 meters and you end up trying to take in water again and I almost end up in the propeller and die a heroic death.
It 'also dangerous because after three days of silence, waves, sky, and talk of PHP classes Andrea, you are no longer accustomed to the crowd and even eight German millionaire who laugh in the boat next to you giving you trouble. Continue reading »
November 01
Yesterday Lek, Dominic and I took the tram to Prague Castle.
A Malastrana have changed and we got on the tram number 22 coming up from the beautiful medieval quarter to the beautiful Gothic castle.
Just got my pupils have noticed nasal accents of acid in the air.
The unmistakable smell of a tramp.
The smell of hobo is subtle because the source of the fumes is never conscious.
Probably a few weeks ago there was a shower and was perfumed.
Then, day after day while his body fluids and stored odors exhaled, his nose, you get used to, until the final result: a stink with a range of 7.5 meters, and he (or rather, I think it was a she ) who do not realize it.
A bit like Italy with Berlusconi.
However, not tramps and Berlusconi wanted to talk but the mysteries of Lek.
How many of you know Lek loves to cook and eat with a passion at times incomprehensible to those who, like me, had love affairs with hard cheese and stale bread.
I'm not inventing a past poor and romantic, I really had my days of low liquidity.
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December 22
Moscow, a share of the coffee from Red Square, too cold for an afternoon sightseeing
It would be unfair to have been almost a month in Siberia and is not speak to the cold, especially since these days there's news of an Italy in "frost bitten" with "freezing temperatures" around -5 C.
I'll give me the cold ...
Let's start with the sad story of cows in Argentina.
THE SAD STORY OF COW ARGENTINA
There once was a cow named Julia who lived in the industrial northeast of Pampa and had hopes of a glorious future.
She was told that she could become a dairy cow for the Argentine Parmesan, which would go into production by 2008 and would compete with the Italian one, a bit like it had happened with the wines.
And then she ate the grass better to have the best milk, and in fact the milk was not bad so much that had been visiting some buyers of Parmalat, although for the moment we had not done anything.
But his efforts had an unexpected and fatal side-effect: his skin was beautiful, supple and thick jacket right for us.
It ended then slaughtered and turned into jackets for sale at a store of value in some of Buenos Aires boulevard.
Then, a couple of years ago, an Italian tourist went to the shop on the Boulevard of merit, looked at the window and said, "but, by, for once we do the homeless (and here is half that in Italy)" .
He entered the shop El Boyero and said:
- "Hello, I need a leather jacket to deal with real winters, Poles, Czechs and sometimes even those Latvians. Do not spare any expense. Do you have something on offer? " Read more »
