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Again at home in Milan after 5 months
... that the U.S. is full ripres and restaurants are full as before the crisis. Then by plane to Milan, which started an hour late, I met a 45 year old Michael who was on a business trip to Istanbul and cultivates the hoppy classical guitar and jazz professionally.
I managed to catch the last bus to Milan alt 1.20, a.m. and I persuaded the driver to let me off near my home where I arrived exhausted, but happy late at night and I slept in my bed after five months of ...
Bellagio y llegada a Milán
... es difícil encontrar en cualquier otra parte. Te choca especialmente si lo que tienes como referencia es el vertedero de Benidorm o las zafiedades urbanísticas de Marina D'Or o cualquier otro asesinato medioambiental del mediterráneo español. Se ve que las tropelías se quedaron en Milán, que aquí nunca llegó ese apetito voraz por destruir para construir espantosidades.
Por la mañana nos deleitamos en la paz ...
Pueblos a la orilla del Lago Como
... contra los austriacos. Sólo hemos visitado los jardines. Para ir al interior debíamos haber esperado media hora para una visita que se hubiese alargado otra hora y media. Demasiado para estas horas de la tarde en la que el espíritu clama por ser libre, especialmente cuando hay tantas montañas alpinas que gritan por ser exploradas aunque sólo sea con un paseo en coche de un par de horas.
Ha habido dos momentos de heterodoxia sonora que ...
Italy land of Pizza, pasta, and gelato!
... the bus were buy two get one free and there were three of us, 2. her last name was Pray which sounds awfully similar to.. well you know, and 3. her birthday was January 23 (don't worry if you forgot, there is always next year). So, this was a very strange encounter. That night I met up with my friend Sara who is studying there, and I spent the night at her apartment. Don't worry about my interview assignment. I ended up emailing some questions to a girl I know from school.
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Pretty Woman all over again!
... Lauren
The obsessively horrendous snider in my room and the Mexican guy invited me out for drinks when I was back at the hostel... Was literally 'out side the front door drinks' as in the tiny table outside the hostel, scotch and coke! Oh well, was a good natter and meant I didn't have to wonder the dodgy streets in this area.
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