fròntierland. frontièrland!
miniviaggio in France. I must say that the sound produced by the French language continues to starmi on balls, but I must again on the personality overnight. Or at least the person who has hosted at his home for a couple of days, in Dijon.
The most pussy is that I spoke without major problems with Fred without knowing half word of French. I was saying things in English, and he replied in French. Simple, huh?
But these people are too quiet. It 'incredible that the station Leone, in rush hour and with a lot of people could feel "the steps" of people passed me a few meters away. And on the TGV .. not felt even the classic "tu-tun/tu-tun" of tracks. Bah!
The rain gave us no respite, but with chi-uei, go everywhere.
big cheese. really big. I have enjoyed as a madman. croque-monsieur on cue.
only regret, if we want to call it so, was the lack of access to "BuzzLightearStiCazziNet." But this event was "Oooooh!", So the end is fine as well. :)
Strong emotions, magic moments, for children and family adventures.
For the hotel Cheyenne, is the "Sig. Stay. " And for the Moroccan market are Antonio. The type looks at me and says, showing his merchandise, "Please, Antonio !!!". I still do not understand how they understand that we are just looking Italian! : D: D: D
Song of the holiday, "Michel Polnaref (Polnareff) - Tout Pour Tout Ma Cherie" (na na na na nna naaaaa!)
