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But where I have brought you?!

Italy is beautiful.
Around every corner a new dream: gentle slopes, unexpected churches, villages, magical, and above all a thousand restaurants and a bib!
Ah, to have time to travel the length and off at walking pace!
As pilgrims yesterday and today, perhaps, only aliens.
To start we became (at last) a first section with mules.

parties on Friday quietly, it was an adventure along the motorway south-Grottamare Rimini: detours, temporary signs, as illuminzioni even Las Vegas. Sull'Internzionale affected by a recent article which said that a serious accident caused by the sign wrong, I must admit, although I claim to be SuchMacher I was a little 'tense. Paid
undue toll was the went on a walk.

Destination Preci, in the province of Perugia, Green in the Sibillini our live across a group of donkeys (and not intended as a definition for neighbors rude sarcastic). It is housed in

Guesthouse, accommodation basic, but functional and economical. In
12 where there are 68: a room to each family with its own bathroom. Marcello
every morning he had plenty of choice in such isolation toilet in peace, and was so happy!
Sometimes it takes so little to make them happy ... ;)
Lone Monica, scouts, led double sheets where there are only bunk beds, I-mode before the class, to answer "I've got " to all questions, the sake of completeness, I also brought the grandchildren!
- " You also have 2 more people? " - " I have it! "

The first night dinner at Porcello Felice, the restaurant near Farm Collaccio : Do not you eat badly but with that name, I must admit, the expectations were very different!
Instead, to quote Lone, " If Porcello is happy to say that the guests are less ... . Holy words.

On Saturday, finally, the coveted Trekking mules, donkeys were in the end, but the result does not change: the children were happy and so do I!
One, Two, Three ... With Me!

meeting at 10 Ankaran Norcia where we started to become familiar with donkeys, very gentle and docile animals. The children (aged three and up) are the path on their backs while the parent takes the animal trying to keep him from eating all appear before the bush.
fact are normally fed dry hay while they are fond of grass. The difference? Quickly told: the return after the beasts had snapped up fresh herbs, were sprayed in the !
The guide told us about a time when a lady had approached too animal that preceded it, which, in the effort to climb, he would "wash" so to speak. Laughs, for others, for the lady a bit 'less!

A nice walk for a couple of hours and then stop in the Garden at the 'Abbey Sant'Eutizio for lunch at the saddle based on Tuscan bread salad of farro, including the various local salami ciauscolo , pecorino cheese and good salt. Red wine, cookies, watermelon, coffee and digestive burp, all inclusive!
Therefore, the path back to the car, just in time to avoid the rain we've been pardoned!
One, Two, Three ... THANKS time!

(Let me explain: Each charming flower meadow, a charming little church, a small village we repeated grandchildren to stimulate their enthusiasm and amazement: " but look how wonderful! but where we have taken? ", and, sarcastic-but grateful, at least I hope - " one ... two ... three .. . thanks aunt! ).

the evening Stephen and Lone proclaimed chef, we were fed a super carbonara with pepper and shavings of ricotta salata and sausages cooked on the grill, miraculously kept on, despite the rain, my nephew Alexander, who led by a spirit of survival addressed the interpersonal and probably (because I was safe on dry land and I have no idea how and what he did) has protected the flame with his own body! Mythical
.
Stefano, even, has also spoiled the next morning with ricotta pancakes for breakfast.
What a delight!
One, Two, Three ... Thank you!

Undecided on how to structure the return (pool, spa or playing?), We were guided by the weather until Castelluccio di Norcia , but we decided not to visit just because of rain.
wandering aimlessly and it was not the house we ran, the more the need to feed their babies, because that inspired the restaurant "Queen Giovanna" Arquata del Tronto to where we were divinely.
We ate too well, spent nothing and gave us a bottle of pure wine!
One, Two, Three ... Thanks Lone! (which was not hungry, he did it for the kids and has strafogato of each!)

Finally, the return was accompanied by the commentary of an exhausting Italy-New Zealand
One, Two, Three ... mavvaff ..

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Cipi

will talk about a kitten, how to lead in our lives and how, in just 3 days and 3 (long) nights made us fall in love, laugh, cry.
only a kitten, with all my respect to those who live very different losses. Me
had brought to the front door in the early afternoon Friday Jan, the Golden House.
I thought it was a mole, that the victorious trophy of the hunt gives credit to his master. Instead
out of his mouth a meow. The mole
evil (with its tunnel-busting field) can also die, but not a kitty cat. Then
so moved by my compassion traviata animal, the recovery helpless. Mindful of
do not know what kind of law passed down from father to son, remember that if I touched the mother would then refused, so the "sweep" in the blade and go out in the farmyard in search of the "nest."
The wren, the flash completely soaked dog, screaming their meows, pissed as a lynx, and in so doing attracted the attentions of a kitten.
So delicately puts it on the ground hopeful that nature follow its course. A worthy
chip only! How
then I said my father, the undisputed lord and master of aid - the middle ground between the edge of the gate and the local road, the scene of the crime - her mother was a young cat who had just abandoned.
I would say the last straw: a cat yet clogs!
the evening return to me I find him still there where I had supported.
I thought he was dead, but resumed toccatolo meowing loudly.
are spartan, but I have not had the heart to "throw him from the cliff."
So after a quick consultation with family, we adopted a Death Cat Miagolin.
contacted immediately a veterinarian friend of the family, that we prepare for the inevitable, however, giving us some suggestions for early intervention. Marcello
So they threw at 19.45 on Friday in search of the pharmacy on duty when buying a micro bottles and milk powder, while I was jumping around Matilde garrulous, and I tried to simulate with a damp paper towel massaging the mother's rough tongue.
Little screaming like a hyena, climbing obstacles such as Cliffhanger and greedily sucking the milk (every hour / hour and a half, day and night!)
slept in the room with us, as first granted to Matilda for only two nights ( while the I-Mac is already the second week !!!).
seemed to recognize the smell me and Marci, who feeds him, and we climbed on him and hid in the folds Musino to find warmth and protection.
Come on, how can you not fall in love?!
This morning I complained of the 4 up early in the night, but in truth I was happy because it looked lively and was also able to have a bowel movement ... and as I had made on him (more than once) was one of the obstacles to be overcome.
short, as long as we are talking about puppies, is always holy shit!
I left to my mother, grandmother, with the bottle, the dispenser and all the recommendations of the "parent" apprehensive.
(And my mom, puzzled: " but not a second child? )
While all fear and knowing we could not hope to avoid.
Returning for lunch I realized I was fading.
I kept on the palm of your hand, that was enough, as long as I could and cuddled.
I wanted to convey that this surrogate mother would never have abandoned.
I left him in clothes that they knew of us (maybe we were well on the ball!) And a ray of sunshine to warm it.
was a fighter. Marcello looked after him all night.
we had not given a name to avoid too attached, but it is not served in a crab. Informally was CIPI (lost cause).
was little, still with the umbilical cord and eyes closed, and entranced us.

Wedge Bath Pillow Straight

Put a day in Rome with friends

But a day like many others: June 2, including parades and performances of the Arrows Tricolore! Want
the alarm at 5.30 am, you've seen the shows, you want the holiday away from her daughter, as with the girls waking up I was not particularly motivated, but it was enough to see them appear on the horizon: Cynthia in a sober black mourning always paired with glasses and black beak, black as well, Elisa shaken from sleep that does not say a word and Manu, Ns Mrs. Diana Ross, a beautiful, sunny with "funzionalissima" clutch bag in tow. My beautiful friends. To complete the picture a
Marcello more puzzled than usual and I comfortable with a dancer (a Voja to put mentholated talcum) fularino and Silk: Why the stables of the Quirinal require a degree of decency.
My feet still cry out for vengeance (and primarily screaming 'nculo decency!)
Even before entering the car to get the station started the cicaliccio with attached cutting and pasting. At that Marcello: " games so aggressive, but you already at 6 am? "
Only the day before on the phone with Mr. Manu Concerto, naively asked him why he was not. I do not remember if he had just laughed in response ...
Breakfast and departure to the station with the Eurostar arrival of 6:47 to 10:24
Urbe The Pod, a chat readings interspersed with pleasant merry: Travel precise, comfortable and relaxing. Even the lady sitting behind which to hear the best of our adventures Gymnastics sentimental stood up and approached with making fake disinterested. Fake bad! In this
Marcello occasionally made jokes aloud by suggesting that it was the spouse of a group and not the gay friend.
Bellino.
Once in Rome we expected a nice bucket of water. The forecasts of days before they had put "lightning." Instead we enjoyed a nice warm sun on the way to show in the exhibition. I
Diana gay friend and we strung three, beautiful: Caravaggio at the Quirinal Stables, Edward Hopper at the Museum of Corso Giacomo Favretto and the Cloister of Bacchus.
The first two have no need of publicity, are beautiful and review was a real pleasure.
In particular, Caravaggio, that Marc and I had already visited about a month ago, but with Matilda, who is so starting to get some confidence, but it is still small, we are tired and distracted.
On that occasion I took the audio guide, which had seemed lengthy, so this time I served the application for the iPhone that my husband had downloaded up-employee, actually a bit 'stiraccchiata, but to say vaglielo ...
In just over a year and I have seen Marci Supper at Emmaus (The first) four times in three different places: at the Pinacoteca di Brera at the Show Caravaggio Caravaggio home in February last year when we went to Milan to see the exhibition on Futurism , the National Gallery in giungno and finally the last two times in Rome.
Merisi never fails. Only
Diana does not like, because deep, but then came out enthusiastic Hopper, painter of depression! There was not all all, any doubts we had it already. Riding the wave of enthusiasm
Manù output of the Museo del Corso, we conducted the third, while there were already galloping towards El & H & M. The
Favre was a real discovery. Proposed by-law , not even advertised on the site, ugly to be honest, the Cloister of Bramante , which is rather pleasant place, especially the bar upstairs, with tables overlooking the courtyard, an oasis of peace a few steps from bustling Piazza Navona. The exhibition
very beautiful and full of pictures (from the site had meant there were few), thin (three of us four ladies) and made even more enjoyable from a background of classical music. A pleasure!
So the group has bunched up on the way to the station. McDonald on the fly and then on the train where, put on his headphones, I would have lost in reading the catalogs to fix those wonderful pictures that I had filled my eyes. Deluded! A talkative
Diana -Manu, perhaps overexcited for too much coffee, I nailed the corner (I coach seats model side window, I was in a trap) all the way Roma-Falconara Marittima and also had the courage to come out with a " Offi, this journey never ends?" I'm tired! "But the regional o_0
us back home, I also shared with others even with Marcello, who has tried to sit but it is far was promptly called to order, even with the little boy sitting there since before our arrival, that he would like move, but has not had the courage (and was said to have left the cell number to tell us how he had fared since the end ...)
Manù Wonderful!
Finally in bed only at one o'clock at night, tired after a busy day, but still with the umidicccio eyes and jaws aching from laughter coarse.
Next? We accept proposals ...