I'm back.
returned from a week in Corsica and two days of dancing with wild boars. Everything nice time for retaliation are now at home with a super cold. I could tell
thousand km of ground along the narrow streets overlooking the sea at Cap Corse, in the car with three Lombard that the mere fact that Genovese (and then used a winding, uphill and downhill), I have elected female drivers of the holiday. Thank you for your trust, but that lead balls with warm salt on him, in a constant state of iperattenzione without being able to enjoy the view ...
I could tell you what it was absurd to make camping holidays and then go to visit my brother in the last two days of vacation (Also in Corsica, but to the north) and discover that the house that I had brought, and without rent, it was a palace: 50 sqm living room with hardwood floors, two leather sofas, and windows with stunning sea view. All at a price ridicolissimo .... Switching from the cold shower of a campsite in the tub with me just to think that the communism of the tent and camping gas is now over ... At least for me. And to think that this year I have granted the luxury of the air mattress! Previous summers have always been at 1 cm from the ground! I got stuck with nails and teeth to this philosophy of the camp, this spartan life and with a few essential things, but then slamming him to mount and dismount, do stunts BALANCE on one foot and bent upon themselves to dress up, wake up at dawn in a gas chamber, the insects that you find everywhere ... well I suggest that perhaps the time has come to close all the camping gear in the basement !
And then there was Dances with wild boars. A surreal place. Very nice idea of \u200b\u200bthe festival, the concerts, the food doc, etc. double integral. I had lots of fun even if I empty the incredible evening. I met many people and reviewed. I heard the most beautiful concert Styla Good Vibe. I bought as gifts and had so many shirts. Three days of topsy-turvy world where life never stops. Night and day does not stop there. Luckily I was only one night. I would survived beyond. At 4 am when I went to bed (in a tent! Are repeated!) There was an uproar around absurd. People shouting, playing bongos, walked and lived as if it were daylight. I hated the human race for one night. And some even for the next morning.
Love is the only solution. as the song goes. But this holiday was a job!
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