Back to work.

This morning the chief of personnel of the airport call me back to know if I can get back to work the 3rd of may. They just give me 3 days advice. Full time for 6 more months... then... ?
I should really think of something else.

Broken (Elisa)

Hard times flowing and my eyes couldn’t see stars shining
My heart couldn’t feel the beauty of the rising sun
And I’m lost like a bottle that floats in the sea for ever
Will somebody pick up my hope?
Will somebody try?
Will I realize?
’cause it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting, hurting I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell
Time will heal
Just pieces of truth thatI chose to keep
No matter if now they are gone
No matter if I am alone
Still I can get back on my feet and walk on
As I know there was something to learn
I know there will always be more worth moving on for
Though, it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell ’cause it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell
I’d love to be one of those colorful early summer days
When everybody is happy that you came
Everybody smiles back at you as soon as your eyes cross their eyes
But something has to happen first
I know winter has to come before it blossoms
So it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell ‘cause it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell Time will heal

Washing machine

Have you ever tried to live without washing machine? Maybe you are not crazy like me and the clean clothes... maybe I am just sick... but it is scary how much I depend on that tool.
2 days ago the 12 years old washing machine told me good bye in a valley of tears and now I feel lonely:-(
Yesterday we went to help a friend of us to assemble her Ikea furnitures and I brought with me some dirty clothes... and used her washing machine. By 11pm we already ordered a new one online. I don't know if I'll resist until the delivery.
I feel a little psychotic lately!

Sunny day!

Yesterday Andrea had a small car accident. A guy hit our car on Andrea's side, but the most important thing is that nobody was hurt.
So this morning I had to go to the garage to see how much it will be... but the guy's insurance will pay everything (since it was all his fault) and I hope everything will be solved soon.

Since Fabiola is on vacation in NYC, she lended me her car and I am 'free' to go wherever I want.
So I went to visit Zita and together we had a good lunch and chats at the Trattoria del Rosso S. Martino where you can eat a complete meal (primo first-course, second course, sweet or coffe, 1/2lt water, 1/4 lt wine) all for 10 euros.
After that I got my coffe at Terzi (I got the sweet, a small ricotta cream with amaretto), and then we had a long walk to Zita's home where we finished our chats.
I took the car and went to buy some food since tomorrow the shops are closed because it's a national holiday.
Did I told you I bought a beautiful pair of sandals. I really love those! Are super comfortable and really good looking to me.
Well after those spending money (but not useless, since I provided food and shoes) I went to the nursery to buy some aromatics and cherry tomatoes, strawberries and a couple of flower plants.
Back home I did some gardening and then cooked some vegetables.
Andrea is out with a friend and I enjoy the silence of the house and a good book.
It has been a good day after all.

Time to do something!

I am still in a cloud of confusion but I'll try at least to move on another one!
Yesterday I did my best to pull out weeds in the front yard and started to hoeg the ground a little since I want to plant some more grass. I shortened the fence and cleaned the ground from the leaves. I did all this while listening to my ipod playing spanish . The fun thing of course was that there was silence around me except for me repeating spanish words and phrases:-)
What else? I'm still babysitting the twins and really really waiting for the new PC.
That's all for now and then.

I should.......

I should....

• clean the house;
• plant the grass in the garden;
• iron a mountain pile of clothes;
• do the laundry;
• find the documents for the income tax return;
• grocery shopping;
• eat less and move more;
• read a couple of unfinished books;
• decide about a job;

..... and a lot more...

Enough!

Yesterday we finally got home after the Easter visit to my family.
While driving from Rome to Bologna, over a crowded road, surrounded by the sweet landscape of Lazio, Toscana and Umbria, thoughts and dreams and pictures came to my mind.
The nervous and anxiety of my whole family makes me feel everything else always peaceful.
And I reconsider my life.... always... it's like a 'new year's resolution' everytime I go away from Rome.
I look next to me, and there's Andrea reading about a possible new car to buy (just dreaming for now!), and analyzes the 'greenest' one.
In the back of the car Monocolo bears the travel.
I need to give vent to my thoughts and I drown Andrea under a river of words.

I love Andrea, love him so much. I feel the 2 of us are a 'team'.
I feel we can share our good thoughts.
I love the way we try to be more and more environmental oriented and how we put ourselves in those things... and I feel I can change the world together with him!
I don't need much money;
I want to save some money and stop buying useless things;
I want to share more;
I want to give more;
I want to be happy just because I am healthy and loved and love.
That's enough!

Isla Holbox and back home!

After Playa del Carmen we took a bus to Cancun and another one to Chiquilà, than a little boat to Isla Holbox. We stayed in a nice hotel run by an italian (what's that? where are all those italian in Italy?) called La Palapa in a beautiful rpom overlooking the ocean.
We forgot who we were and where we were.... we mingled with the population playing tombola in the main square and playing bagatelle table (I'm not sure it's what I meant!) with the children.
We woke up at dawn to dive in the clear waters and to have a long walk while picking up beautiful shells. Then back to the village where we had breakfast in the nicest place I've ever been... a gigantic ensalada de frutas y yogurt y granola y miel and a gigantic jugo de mango.

Then back to the beach to see the fisherman's return and the cleaning of the nets and the food for the birds.

Out of time and space!

After this dream we did the trip back to Cancun in the rickety bus crowded with mexican only who became superhappy when Andrea and I (foreigners) bought some 'handmade' snacks from the pitchman who stepped up on the bus and got up after a couple of miles.
Back in Cancun and at the airport we had to deal with a herd of italian with sombreros (please note that in the whole Yucatan and in the states of the south nobody wears sombrero which is typical in the north instead) and already complaining for everything.
We've been lucky to be the first 2 in row and to go away from them as soon as possible. Unfortunately we had the chance to see their rudeness while ordering water at the bar desk or by being superloud in the passangers area.
Then 10 and half hours to Rome and another 1 to Bologna. Finally home.
The garden is blasting flowers all over and Monocolo is happy we're home as much as we're happy to see him. We really missed him!
I woke up at 12.45pm and I'll be sleepy in a couple of hours. I need to clean the house and the clothes and need to prepare to leave to Rome tomorrow to visit for Easter.

It will take a while to 'digest' this combination of colours, tastes, faces, and views we have been through in those last 15 days.
It has not been a picture-tour even if we shoot a lot, I'm sure none of those pics will transmit anything we felt. I've always been out of time, of frame or moving.
But the pictures that slide slowly in my mind are way too beautiful to be remembered!

Viva Mexico!

From Tulum we arrived in Playa del Carmen after only 1hour drive:-)
We got out of the bus and the 'global so-called-civilization' hit our face violently!
We booked the hotel via internet the day before coming to Playa and we really got a good deal since the place is right a block from 5Avenida (the strip of Playa) and it's really a nice place, run by italian.
Italian seems to be everywhere. In Tulum the Hemingway cabañas was run by Paola, and other cabañas by other italians!
By the way. Playa is just like Riccione and Rimini on the Adriatic Riviera. A place to buy and eat and eat and drink and buy and dance and eat and drink and have fun.
This morning we went to the beach and it was cool. Of course we had to forget the feeling of freedom we got used in Tulum, where the only shadow was that of a palm and the only worry was the cocunut shaking dangerously over our heads.
Here is all very Cool, Hip, In, Trendy, Sophisticated.... and so on.
We had a group of rich italian next to us. All dark tanned and with Giorgio Armani and Dolce e Gabbana swimsuits. The men were way too trendy... trying to copy Berlusconi in shapes and attitudes; women too old to expose their 'nudities' to the world but too vain to cover them....
Poor guys.
Playa looks like an American city. Americans are everywhere, everybody speaks english and there are 2 Starbucks on the main road.

By the way, we decided to give ourselves a little last present before going back home.... tomorrow we'll reach Holbox, a small, lonely island north of Cancun with nothing else than a place to stay and the beach and the birds and the shells.
Italo (an italian guy working in Tulum) told us of how he felt in love with that island, and we decided to go. We already called another italian guy (and then we talk of The Family!!!) and we booked this room for our last 2 mexican nights!
We're looking forward it.
We'll miss this country!
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