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... cemetery has family mausoleums dating back to the early 19th century. They have a grate in front of the altar, statue or effigy decorating the sanctuary. Looking further, you see a deep hole lined with shelves or covering plaques hiding the remains of family members. After hot chocolate and wifi, we walk up the hill beside the lake to what looks like a large old Hotel set over the water in manicured gardens. It was a Cardinal's palace built in 1598. A long staircase ...
25th 2014 I went with two lovely ladies and one wonderful
man to a club. My very first club. And as I am Canadian I was getting
ready for bed before I had even left the house. The party was
beginning at 12:30 am and I think drinking beer and presseco was the
only thing keeping me awake! After getting ready for 4 hours, it was
finally time to leave. It was a crazy night, full ...
... perfect body, long legs, tight stomach,
perfect face, perfect hair... hate them. Last but not least is the
children, they take up the final 5% of the italian population i have
encountered in the two months i have lived in Milan, Italy. Clara has
gone through much improvement so far and compared to many other
italian children, Clara is one of the best. I have made an English
friend who works with kids and through my research and discussions, ...
... loved this city.
I arrived at possibly the most beautiful train station in the world, where I met Cristina before heading to her place.
One of the things I loved most about Milan was the graffiti and Street art.There is a lot of bad graffiti around the city, adding to the grungy feel I loved so much, but if you keep your eyes open you will spot some masterpieces waiting to ...
... were to ride there. Vale informed me that she would ride with the child seat, and I would ride on a bike lower than the one I had previously attempted. The whole family was ready and waiting. There was no room for escape; I was trapped by circumstance and propelled into facing my fear. I straddled the bike and still had to stand on my tippy-toes to be balanced. The courtyard was pebbled. Determination was my driving force. My body seemed to draw upon a memory that had been lost in ...