
One of the most popular cliches in late summer is that Christmas comes in a flash. Then when you are well come even more quickly, and it seems like yesterday that I arrived at the airport where the aircraft that I now look back home for the holidays, but have already passed two and a half months. In the meantime many things have happened, all very nice, though often laborious, as the last three days, for example, the signs are accumulated on display on my face. First things first.
placed in a rather intense period of work, including people who go and those arriving, new projects and the unshakable rotterdamense workaholic, last night was scheduled pending the Christmas dinner of the study, preceded by a game of bowling. Out of the study We therefore muniamo bike and we were walking towards the restaurant, located about half an hour, taking account of likely delays to eight inches of snow that frame, kindly inform me as Fleur. Add the minus five degrees of practice on a clear night like this, and it should be easy to imagine why he regretted not having good gloves and snow boots. Damn the pegs.
Concluded the game of bowling (finishing last), we move to the tapas bar, and then in front of the pub to round off the evening, in the middle of two wars snowball with various minor injuries. During the bowling we drink about three beers each, then the English wine for dinner, and then further four or five beers after dinner. Here come the one in the morning, hours that I normally would see in a dream world from a Oretta abundant, and with little common sense left decide to return home: not easy to see that you have half an hour ride, and then let the bike study, since it is on loan and I have to leave tomorrow. They say that exercise helps to reduce alcohol, and that the latter do not feel the cold, but while I pedaled with the scarf up to his eyes, his head could only conceive of adjectives for all the saints, I am convinced strongly that they are two gigantic crap. Greetings and kisses, and then I find myself at one and a half before the study, forty-minute walk from home, with the ends marble from the cold and drunk on duty. The fact is that good Wilco I halved the road giving me a ride in a bike, pushing through the remaining twenty minutes in the snow, and two in the morning I can earn my own bed.
morning. At eight-thirty the alarm goes off (I decided that circumstances allowed me to ignore the working time), I drag myself to the bathroom to be persuaded out of a washing machine, with the stomach that keeps me exhaling revenge with his miasma acids and bilious, with little success and try to soften the appearance of terminally ill lavandomi my face swollen. I go down to the kitchen, and while I'm trying hard to arrange a coffee I'm calling from the basement, where, with my extreme discomfort I find a meeting of my roommates and the landlord went to recover the clothes. I can only mumble that I had a busy evening, grab a coffee, and greet you with the best speech that allows me my pitiful state. I'll have time for explanations in the future. Date back in the room struggling to figure out what still needs to pack, grabs objects scattered around the house, they bought by the Chinese cabinet in the trolley for 12 € (the seller had also apostrophe "that is robust," as saying, is expensive but it's worth it ...), I put in the shower, and in less than an hour I find myself sitting at my desk struggling with the difficulty to focus the screen. Then lunch, train delays, crowds station, chaos, airport check-in formalities, all in all a pleasant wait in the chairs of the gate, boarding, and sleep finally comes to redeem the mind from the oppression suffered.
When I woke up, the damp heat of the climate of Florence, and the pleasant and highly anticipated affects. Merry Christmas.