Spoiled!

This morning I had to go to work at 4am since there were a couple of special charter flights to Athens because of the Football Champions League Final fans.

I woke up at 3 and while riding the bike to work it also rained a little so to raise the percentage of humidity in the air...

By the way, at 11.15 I was already home. I had a shower and then had lunch by friend Patty.

After lunch Patty, Fabiola and I headed to the beautician for a beauty-treatment!

Yes! To award Patty and me for the support in a difficult moment of her life, Fabiola gave us as a gift a beauty treatment on our choice!

I just got home from this super-special-relaxing-exfoliating-scrub made with a some special kind of salt and essential oils! I feel brand-new...except that I am so relaxed I wish I could just lay on the beach and sleep until tomorrow... when I should be ready for another hot day at work!

I am happy!

Cherries

Cherries
Originally uploaded by margiana.

We finally picked the cherries. Unfortunately the blackbirds ate most of it and we got just a little... but they tasted good.
I worked in the week end, but it has been good. It's hot but a little windy and working with this weather is good.... I wish it could be like this the whole summer... but I guess I'll melt before the end of june.
By the way. On Sunday I came back home for lunch and Andrea was in the backyard cooking at the bbq. It was so nice to arrive tired from work and find the lunch ready, the table made and a lot of delicious salads and grilled veggies and for me a good piece of sirloin grilled with thyme and rosemary. All together with a good glass of Lambrusco.
To finish, strawberries and whipped cream.
Yes, I am spoiled!

Be a blood donor but don't go to Mexico!

My Spice-friend and I decided to become donors of blood. There are several reasons for this:

1. in Italy blood supplies are really scarse;
2. we can get blood tests for free;
3. they give a coupon for a free-breakfast;
4. you can stay home from work and being payed anyway;

It all started because of the good cause; then we all found out that we needed a blood test for one reason or another; we love to have breakfast together but above all it never happen that we have a day off all together (we work in shifts).

But it isn't working right:

• one is pregnant;
• another had her period;
• the third had to undergo a small surgery;

Patrizia and I decided to go!

To tell you the truth I am not really brave when it comes to blood, so the day before I really put myself in the preparation for a 'special' day. I drank some 3 liters of water (it is very important to drink), I relaxed and tried to do, read and listen to only good things so to be in a good mood. We reached the place and filled up a survey, then somebody stung my third finger of the left hand to test the glucose, then I had to go for the last visit (preamble: I already did all those things the first time I went there and after a tons of blood tests and visits and surveys they declared I was suitable to donate my blood)...by the way I went in for the visit and the doctor examined the survey and I answered to the question if I travelled in the last 4 months I answered yes. The doctor asked me where exactly I travelled and showed me a map so that I could pin the trip.... I thought she was interested in my trip but... she prohibits me to donate for the next 6 months since that area is at risk for malaria and some dozen other illness. I was really frustrated. I went to assist my friend in her generous act and was almost fainting for that. But we had our free breakfast and our day off.

My question is why they don't tell those things in first place?

The saga has an end...

...Hopefully!
I just started cleaning my clothes with my new washing machine. Hurrà!

Is it a dream?

I was in Santorini with Andrea and had a little walk by my own while he was looking at dolphins from a cliff. I walked some 200 mts from him and the landscape was a lunar-volcanic view but with white earth.
Around me several tourists and local inhabitants... also a seaside holiday camp with a lots of baby girls barely walking because of 2-3 years old, all dressed with pink swimsuite.
I was looking at the sea when a big agricultural machinery crashed dangerously next to me.
I went close to the equipment to see if somebody was hurt but nobody was in.
I started walking away when a big wave, like a high tide started reaching the cliff where I was.
I looked around and it appeared like a normal thing to all... people were walking like if nothing strange was happening while the water submerged them. I was scared after a wave flood over the summer-camp girls, but nobody was really caring.
People started swimming. I followed two old ladies and asked them if there was a path by their way and they said:- 'Yes, 10 minutes walking or 20 minutes swimming', so I followed them until I lost them.
I kept on swimming and it was all normal until... the water faded away and I started walking, finding myself in Stazione Termini (central train station in Rome) in the square where there was my High School. There was no water there but I was soaked through.
I looked like an homeless at that time. I lost my cell phone and everything that was in my pocket, and I did not know how to reach Andrea. So I started looking around for a 200lire coin that I needed to call Andrea from a public phone (note: we do not use Lira anymore but Euro now... so it must have been some years ago).
Of course I did not have any so I started asking around behaving like an homeless asking for charity. Nobody gave me a coin maybe because I kept asking for 200lira????
By the way, I finally entered a shop that I usually go in but nobody recognized me until I found a girl who works as a cachier who decided to give me some coins, but she gave me very small coins like 1-2-5 cents and none of the public phone I went in accepted such a small coins. I didn't know what happened to Andrea.
Then I woke up.
Basically I was not scared or anxious but it was all so surreal that I was really confused.
Is it a dream or reality?

The washing machine saga...

Ok, the washing machine is here and we put it in its place. It is beautiful and has all the tools and programs that an old 12 years old one doesn't have. And I was anxious of washing the pile of dirty clothes I accumulate in the last week... the problem is...: it doesn't respond to the program. The knob is probably broken inside and it doesn't work how it should.
I'll call the costumer service and ask for assistance.
Why everytime I have my 'spiritual crisis' I have to deal with such earthy problems?
Sometimes I'd really like to be Samantha Stephens in Bewitched. She wouldn't pass through all this to have clean clothes!
By the way, I know the deepness of my post is dropping seriously but my brain is slowly going into 'sleep mode'. I hope I'll return in me soon... in the meanwhile, you'll read about silly things!
... like always on this blog though!

Clean clothes?

No way. The washing machine is still not here. It had to arrive on the 30th and Andrea and I made shift to stay home but... nobody arrived. This morning I called the courier but they can't tell me exactly at what time it will arrive and I have to go babysit in an hour.
Argggggh!
Moreover I still did not signed the contract with the airport (the contract is not ready yet... I don't see the difficulties in printing out a document that is always the same) and I still don't know at what time I'll go to work tomorrow. Is it possible? How is it possible?
Argggggh!
I am a freaky, frustrated, psychotic, with dirty clothes!