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Tamargua Fuerteventura, our new home

Thursday, July 22, 2010, 16:30 train from Bologna-Prato

Eight years later, back to the Canaries.
This time without the van, but Ryanair, without Paul and Mario, and its passage in Morocco, but Lek and boxes of rice thai rice for risotto (recently discovered after years of obstruction to the rice does not Orthodox) and hard case generation.
If one could see me now I do not believe I have ever been a backpacker, or rather a self Proclaimed Guru backpacker early 00s.
There is nothing left of those old favorites if not the swimming trunks that I insist instead of jeans to wear, just to say "more comfortable than elegant."
A bit like the Rasta now assimilated.
Only hair and talk.

Clinging pathetically to a character now faded ferry my being in a new, undefined, I tried to rationalize it as a semi-resident.
In fact, we stay there for two months, not like a tourist or an anachronistic sfigatissimo backpackers.
We are advancing again (be sure ... ... ..), the semi-resident.
Okay, forget it, always groped to define themselves and try to be to be different.
That if one is truly original cares, because true originality lies in not giving weight to standardize the rules of others, and will not necessarily be original.
It is, and not the writer.

If I do, however, is almost a year of residence because they hit me hard, there in the most delicate part of the inner fire.
One concern is to keep the flame lit and the candle wax supplies, oxygen, water and shelter, always careful to avoid tragedies such as showers or gusts of wind that could blow out a hard thing to turn, but does not realize is that the moisture that is rubbing.
The humidity! Even drops, then invisible, goes to soak the wick of the candle, a little at a time, imperceptibly.
And there you see the flame, but more weakly, and that does not heat all around.
What the fuck?

You do not know, because we're in the middle, and the dank breath, you're inside, you do not notice either, and does not notice anyone.
So here I am on this train to Pistoia Lek with hairy legs looking at me as if for the first time and wonders why she ever married a being so close to the monkey, to look at Fuerteventura island where the wind can carry on that damp, widen the horizons again, because I have a plant that flowers at the roadside but he died in a greenhouse, and I can not do nothing, it is a sin and not have to justify.
I am a Russian dignitary goes to Baden Baden to take the waters for a year to heal from a humid atmosphere and stringy.
Fuerte, that your wind blow strong, come to do the mud of sun and wind.

And I realize it had a lucky escape.
It would be enough to take a more effort, even temporarily, and I would not be able to take the offer of the package for "Hometown Holiday Seeds of Ryan and TripMaitrop" with everything included: flight, airport transfer in Panda, room home, garden and orchard volcanic, internet, kitchen, social fabric, and even local guide offered by the motor branch Claudio Boluda.

So the choice turns out to be apt to give up security to seize the opportunities.
Opportunities for residents to give up, to catch the seeds residents.
It seems to be little difference, but to insist on not wanting to tie in glove to a place, I can live almost anywhere.
And if I think of what I have given up in recent years, but rather what I learned, are always positive.

Fuerteventura, Saturday, July 24, 2010, 10:03
I am writing while Paul and Vale and Lek is still asleep in the room to shave scaggi (see google translate if you do not understand).
An echo of Asia comes from the bamboo windchimes in the garden, moved by the wind, creating the sound for some reason irregular relaxes and soothes.

Here we are, after less than 24 hours of arrival are already placed.
The material aspects are arranged: a roof, a bed, a bathroom, a kitchen with coffee maker (Yale, I used your Illy from 9 euros).
The spiritual aspects as well: a wife, friends, friends of friends (since yesterday we met Claudio and the "Funky chiu" Cobretti actor, Charles) and internet (yes, the internet is spiritual).
And 'even occurred to reconnect with the spiritual Fuerte in 2002, I thought I had forgotten.
But no, Paul tells me that a girl at the desk of the hotel where I worked and he now works, you remember me.
The said another, Susy, speaks occasionally of a certain Luke that each shift change left the deliveries in a very funny laugh that made her crazy.
Although all that remains of me is a joke, it is comforting.
I wanted to be remembered for something higher, like the Manual of the reception that I wrote to optimize the learning of new arrivals, but I was pleased anyway.
My presence on the island was not in vain.

Among some Paul and Vale will wake up and begin our lives in Fuerteventura, and I realize once again how my whole project is a kind of export product.
When I'm in Italy is worth nothing, I'm just a loser who works all day without property to your computer.
As soon as I go, here reveals that all the value that allows me to do something unthinkable even if you took 5000 euros per month.
Suddenly, I'm one who travels where and when they like and become a loser boss.
A bit like that in Italy the Illy coast here 5.5 and 9.
The mere fact of having been taken away the value increases as the mere fact of having moved my ass a little bit further, increases the value of my choice.
Interesting concept, I have to think better and deeper because I feel I must be on the verge of something new, perhaps to plot a route in the future others will follow and so it's worth documenting.

That I feel funny, you are raising.

PS
The genesis of FruttaVerdura a few weeks ago in a car:

- Lek: "when to go familiar flutaveldula?"
- Luke: "huh?"
- Lek: "When we go familiar to flutaveldula?"
- Luke: "Do you want the cherries?"
- Luke: "No, of Vale, flutaveldula?"

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