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Christmas Greetings from northern Italy: a magical night in Sacile

On the soft dance of the snowflakes and hope in the grip of the cold biting at my dear friends and companions of adventure Enza Julia and all those who have the patience to read our crazy freedom in the new year, thoughts of peace and satisfaction and be able to achieve at least a desire, whether large or small.

Cri

; ; 2011 GOOD!

Build A Single Seat Sand Rail

I be able to make a surprise to my traveling companions and Julia Cree ? It would be well

Dear friends, if

're reading this post, it means that I have overcome my laziness and I finally agreed to study how to publish a page on our blog!

The atmosphere in Rome strange and despite my on-air radio is tuned to a channel that broadcasts Christmas carols, come out well from other sounds.

City would already be at the end of this day and hope that the student demonstration does not degenerate, as happened in episodes of violence.

guard helicopters from the city, the center is armored and personally I did not expect a deployment of forces in battle, around Rome. Of course, a false note in a time of year where everyone wants to believe and forget for a while 'the pains of a country sick, but this time the wounds are so large that they pretend it does not bleed it's a bit difficult!

Despite that, I would to close, if only briefly, the windows that overlook the real world and collect my thoughts "pre-Christmas" on our "microcosms in a suitcase."

This year I decided to spend the holidays in my home in Rome, forcing my parents and my brother to prepare their own luggage. It will be a bit 'unusual, given that we will not be surrounded by the hubbub of my very numerous family, but I needed to hear the people I love to breathe between the walls of the house where I live for the rest of the year.

Time does not bode well and if you keep at bay my beloved nephew 3 years in an apartment will be an eventful, I am convinced that the board of the dinner will be worthy of the best Sicilian tradition. My parents, like good southern landed in Rome with clothes enclosed in a small suitcase and three bags packed with food!

squid, cod, turkey stuffing, stew, sausage and seasoned, ready-made pork chops, a nice oil bins and even oranges, lemons and even parsley, garlic and onions (the cultivation of these herbs is prohibited in the rest of Italy !!!!). I am assured that the cake would have brought my brother, because air is made first and then the cream keeps ... ahhhhhhhhhh!!

Oh well, this means that the menu which I thought a few weeks will be totally subverted by my mother who knows her in the kitchen and I dispense from handling pots and pans for a few days. One dare not, however, approach the tree, and groped to usurp the role of "the distribution of gifts," a role that in fact the most I contend with my nephew, given the nature disinclined to this kind of activities of the rest of these! However

friends, anything you find under your tree you know that there will be a small package, forgotten and hidden, which contains my thanks to you and every time I have made my way uphill less!

Merry Christmas from the capital of Italy (still exists, right?)

Chrissi Nadine Jansen

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on track. I've always done everything behind me .. compared to others. Other
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I remember one afternoon .. this was my grandmother who was not many clothes .. one after another.
But the thing I most liked was to measure my height. Day after day .. and then exclaim happily .. "Lisa is taller than you! Child eat .. eat!" And I ate
..
Or a summer day on the beach ... when mothers looked at me and told me ..
"You have to fill that costume! See that you have skinny legs .. and then that piece of the above .. kids do not ever look if you do not eat ..!!"
And I ate and I covered myself .. ..
Large say without a lot of nonsense to imagine what they dig into the thoughts and can become shovels hammers .. picks .. deafening and the sky gray as industrial.
why I love words. I know how valuable.
I know the weight that one by one .. ..
When I meet the kids down with me magically cm non-existent .. I know my face ... takes the shape of their eyes.
Then verse.
Towards Towards all .. the colors .. the dancing .. love ... and to the big mouth to scream .. .. rowdy jump to mix and return.
There is no set age. There will we do these rusty gates: we like to look at the form but .. especially the rust that comes later.
We like it. One form of punishment for bad .. .. I know ..
Something that is not good. Certainly it is just that.
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Irene is 28 years old .. clean house from top to bottom .. and never stops until she decides. Eat fast
Irene .. often chew and take strong cough that puzzle and make it red like a strawberry .. Irene
cries and despairs .. biting his lips and raises his voice down .. tears my heart crack. He gets up and sits .. sits and stands up. Can dance
Irene .. Sa
make-up .. .. and she likes pink like the girls of the newspapers. He learned something
Bulgarian .. and does the dishes so fast that someone takes signs of strength .. and when the energy of their supporters.

E 'strong Irene. E 'courageous. Do not ever say anything when it hurts .. and if you have a fever .. but they love being pampered at a distance .. She does not need the hot water bottle.

Irene remembers everything. His memory surpasses time .. lists and carelessness. The perfection of memory .. fixed as lacquer figures and words .. tones and rhythms. It 'funny Irene.
His laughter echoes like the sun at noon ... when the bread on the tables yet know the life of the fields.

has the scent of lilacs on him .. but I have never seen any bottle there in her room ..
I think it's part of it .. and happy as she always laughs .. the perfume you feel everywhere ..

Sa .. read Irene knows how to spell "washing machine" .. "carpet" .. and even "kite" .. that one of the words is the most difficult ... always because of the "Q" .. which confuses the hearts with the pictures and vice versa. Irene
But the heart is not mixed up. Never. Irene
The heart directs him .. you take it without telling you ... stay there and start over without even asking permission.
Because if you think about it then .. who enters without knocking, he knows where to go.
knows that whatever happens .. the door will not turn to get her back.

In a cup that I took a day, has paid all his love for me .. with tears and agitated that mouth that spoke of meat to be cooked .. and butchers are always open.

Irene is another piece of life given to me ....
The one certainty is that the rainbow .. mica that is always after the rain ..
sometimes there is always, and sometimes .... if someone takes him in the eyes and heart as pure as the kids in the summer afternoons. Why
Irene is so .. a mixture of happy summers and springs from the colorful life turned that one day his mother gave her in August.
And the God who has supported you on the best lenses for a lost world.

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Thanksgiving Day

Cristina: Turkey and beyond ...

Thursday, November 25 I learned that the Thanksgiving day, even though it is a tradition rooted in the hearts and minds of Americans, each year is proclaimed presidential decree.

Naively I believed that it was an occasion taken to be the last Thursday of the month of November without any special formalization: I was wrong, and how was I wrong!

year Obama signed the 147 ° decree, the first dating back to 1863 bears the signature of Abraham Lincoln even if the institution the festival dates back to times immemorial (1621) and the first official speech to the United States of America on Thanksgiving Day was the first president George Washington (1789).

I also realized that Thanksgiving is a national holiday that Americans of all backgrounds, of every faith and every background feel deeply geographical. I wondered why I found these answers and common sense. We thank the almighty hand ( Almighty hand ) as received during the year but is not a purely religious holiday if it involves a belief that inevitably excludes others. Every faith can recognize in ' omnipotent hand ' than your God and whoever does not believe there is still the place: there is basically something for worth if only to thank the good fortune? It 's a pretty American party (also a Canadian actually) and this creates cohesion and a sense of belonging and in particular symbolizes the meeting between different cultures and values \u200b\u200bthe principle of' hospitality .

Beyond all hypocrisy that any celebration of this kind and not so cleverly hidden - brothers for a day, knives for the rest of the year - we must recognize the soothing effect it has on souls, like a balm to soften the harshness of daily life ... at least for a day: personal experience.

A colleague very My kind of engineer invited us and two other colleagues just like us (maybe we did a little 'pain at the thought that we were all away from our families) to enjoy a day of Thanksgiving at home with his people. Half comes from Japan and half from China even though they live in the U.S. now a lifetime, some of them already mixed couple indisputable index of integration and mixing of peoples.

were four strangers in the middle of a large group of relatives: grandparents, uncles, nieces, in short all the generations represented. We shared food, travel experiences and life in general, noting similarities and differences. We were four strangers, but we have been very briefly, the reception was frank and sober, as I like, without excessive formalism and sickly.

The invitation to do "like home" was heard and not fitting, no social etiquette, not to give precedence to economic category, only people who have been together for a day and are doing well and we with them.

The first thing we had to enter their home was take off our shoes, but over the initial embarrassment, especially for me and my engineer at all accustomed to this practice, we threw ourselves into the fray after the bare and the necessary presentations to the inevitable crippling funny names, we have honored the table known as two good food: we had a hunger!

The ritual of taking off one's shoes, as well recall the ancient oriental culture, it is apparently related to the often vain attempt to keep clean "carpet" (the ugly carpet) that Americans love for an unexplained reason: the found everywhere, there is also in my apartment, but in my opinion is much more. Show wear socks or bare feet is to discover the other, it's like to divest himself of all barriers and lower the protective shield: it is what it is, so without armor.

Perhaps the secret to overcome prejudices and to look each other for who we really are just that: take off your shoes!

They thanked their Almighty hand, we thanked them for their generous hospitality and the beautiful day that I will not fail to put in my suitcase along with all Americans remember what I learned.

Here is the menu of the day: call it Mex-Italian-asia-American

appetizers

bruschetta al pomodoro

vegetable crudités with tartar sauce

assorted pizzas

tart radicchio, gorgonzola and walnuts

pie potatoes and peppers

nachos and guacamole

crackers with various sauces

creamed spinach, artichokes and cheese to spread on bread or nachos

salad

shrimp cocktail

rolls and dumplings Chinese

rice dumplings

red potatoes and cinnamon sweet pineapple

ENTRE'E

roast turkey with stuffing

baked ham

vegetarian turkey stuffing (made with tofu)

condiments: cranberry sauce, gravy and vegetarian classic

SIDE

mashed garlic potatoes

sweet corn milk

grilled mushrooms

rice with raisins

white rice

salad

DESSERT

pumpkin pie and cinnamon

pumpkin pie vegan (no eggs and no milk)

pecan pie

Hawaiian pie (Layer cake with fruit and whipped cream)

bread pudding

apple pie

waffers Japanese

ginger bread

pastry dough pastry

fresh fruits (melon, watermelon and melon white)

soft nougat almonds and pistachios

coffee

yerba mate (tea typical of South America)