Memories Just close your eyes and thousands of miles away.
I'm on the viaduct near Genoa, in the back seat of a Passat Grey Metallic, a journey that, according to adults takes about 3 hours, but for me it is an eternity in which I do not know what to do.
My mother is very tense because they are afraid that we fall down from the top deck, I'm happy because I finally saw the sea, my sister is small and the wrist cuffs with green and pink and yellow stripes to be free from the car, my dad Audio guide to the tune of 2 (at this moment is playing "At eight").
Then there is the last exit, bends in the rich vegetation of the hills - hallelujah! - We are in front of the house download suitcases and bags.
strong start to feel excitement, wonder and hope which is now in a fit of madness mom and dad decide to take us, me and Julia, the bathroom this afternoon and not tomorrow morning, as defined by Regulation of the holidays in Santa Margherita.
I try to insist till you drop but there is none, the bathroom will be tomorrow.
And then you wait an hour for the system mom clothes in the closets, clean the balcony that Dad and I and Julie are on the sofa without a girlfriend, looking a bit 'desperate to point out that the only way of life was to go for a swim, so you go to sea.
But then after that hour of misery, become the first in the country to go down the stairs and pass, as required by regulation of the holidays in Santa Margherita, to buy the cake Pinamonti.
It 's amazing but the odor of the I can feel the divine cake from up here.
Then you buy a bit 'of good peaches from the grocery store on the corner, the pasta with pesto and green beans that do not make me mad but now here I had the tear, and my dad throws some curse on the cost of melons each year, "those Thieves get up brutally.
a dinner that is eaten something strange, something new, perhaps moving, or perhaps because the first half day at the beach without bathroom leaves something 'the bitter end, under the lasagna and cake.
The next morning, wake up sweaty in the sheets with large blue stripes and appears to be incredible to the sea the morning of the famous bathroom agreed and promised by the rules! The first morning
Santa Margherita is always the sun, so it's obvious that you go to see Matthew and take the cab to the Bagni Rosa ("Doctor! This year, I have reserved struggling with his teeth and nails a spot in the front row! ritoccatina to mention the price comfortable with ...").
The feeling of the first entry for the year at Bath Rosa is always strange.
Why is a place where I spent a month repeatedly for years before and therefore know very well, but suddenly I feel so left out, as if returning home and we find many people do not know. You see old friends
summer (this year with girls pokemon or flirtatine Rosa dei Bagni / Baths Valletta?) and everything starts to take a balance of vacation.
tasks that sometimes weigh down your stomach, the bathrooms after lunch expected of eternity, the 500 pounds to play Metal Slug, the penguin (!) Melon ice cream at the Center, the stroll in Portofino (the day when I'm sad because Rose and I wanted to go to Bath to be with my friends. are in fact a black humor that can not be more black), the toy store giant with eyes that watch every morning, swim to the buoy rose, and many other gems of memories canned in less than a cubic millimeter somewhere under that hair.
