Here ... Balzoni back in time, at the time - glorious - primary. The zenith of my verve journalistic reportage, in which I was delighted to tell all the details in the chronicle of the daily life of my grandmother ... I still remember the little thought in what I wrote: "Today, my grandma made the tint ... (Okay, I admit that the trash / kitsch has always been in my comfort zone).
Well, first of all a premise: the now famous mother-in-law de-kick unfortunately left us on 11 August. I know I sound sarcastic, cynical perhaps, but I grew up imbued with the gag Raimondo Vianello so I think that the only healthy attitude in the face of death is to face it with a smile, and daring to joke about being carried away by love for 'noir humor.
Frankly, I and my partner we felt tricked by the old lady, but a cool head, we know that c'avrebbe put the signature on a death: quick, painless, and above all respectful of their dignity. If it is true that death is ours from the first moment of life, then at least we live captures (as someone wisely said). However
: This event has increasingly convinced us to move forward in our plan to vacation (well, let's call it pause) banner amoebic existence.
Thus, in the afternoon of August until the rainy hail (caught in the middle of the ring road at Lambrate), we left for the first goal, which is this:
This is the old part of my city adoption by night: nice is not it?
This is the old part of my city adoption by night: nice is not it? As always when I'm at these latitudes, it is not the usual gitarella R., place of culinary delights as well as official supplier of the best ciauscolo you can imagine:
already gorged with the devil and untissima kitchen of my mother, we were then directed to the time of the Eternal City, where we carousing as they could along with the usual forced dell'abboffata friends. We report two important moments: the wonderful dinner with Kazu-chan (accompanied for the occasion by the lovely Yuka) and the best pork in the past two decades bitten him of Frascati. Weight already stellar levels ...
to close with dignity parentheses Roman morning spent in the best applied to the metaphysical reality
inspiration Exhausted, we headed north, Once the location of a famous tarkovskijana ... Here, healthy purr, Pucci of legs / fins in hot bicarbonate-sulphate-alkaline-earthy hyperthermal (51 ° C) combined with the required reading:
inspiration Exhausted, we headed north, Once the location of a famous tarkovskijana ... Here, healthy purr, Pucci of legs / fins in hot bicarbonate-sulphate-alkaline-earthy hyperthermal (51 ° C) combined with the required reading:
I do not think I want to hear about finocchiona and sheep for the next several six months ...
to dispose of the abundant libations, we made some excursions in the hinterland ...
I can tell you the truth? Given the galaxy of souvenirs now totally globalized, the disturbing presence of coaches parked everywhere, the demand for € 0.50 for a pisciatina, bivouacs astride of each monument, I think it will be difficult to overcome these levels of massification of tourism. Ergo I do not think, for me, there will be an encore. And if I want to immerse myself in the 'Italy for all ", be booking a trip, buy pots ...
