Sunday, March 13, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Little People Free Sheet Music
The secret of my success - at the Turin Dall'Altea
I am running at now as Team Manager.
all'Altea After a year I've been hired by Turin, just right for the presentation of my enemy "Papadopulo mister" ... the man who made the Menarini ..
Here is a photo of the presentation
I am running at now as Team Manager.
all'Altea After a year I've been hired by Turin, just right for the presentation of my enemy "Papadopulo mister" ... the man who made the Menarini ..
Here is a photo of the presentation
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sorority Initiation Rites
The tres (even dos) in Porto amigos
After Christmas, the beautiful belly full, I start to look at the websites of various airlines, as usual at this time, shoot out lots of offers.
Then, before they restart the CIS championship, I jumped into his head to make a hit and run in a small European town.
The idea is to start Saturday morning, then around the city during the day, rocking evening and return Sunday afternoon.
The alternatives were three: Bucharest, Brussels and Porto.
The first was rejected because, to our knowledge that is worthy of at least one internal w.end to be able to enjoy in many different ways.
The second was rejected as being too dark and gloomy in the month of February. Instead
Porto, no objection was received ... if not the fame that they bring with them the Portuguese .. to be the ugliest in Europe.
email tour participants to decide and w.end ... finally found the answer BelTeoRosso (Aug) and BelFiuletDeMilan (Teri).
So we book with Easyjet and-return February 19 to 20 to 18 € per person.
Before leaving, of course, the usual problems occur. Carnival
Cause we have to anticipate the race to kick in that weekend and then the team will be deprived of an essential element like me (more on that leadership role from midfield to mutt)
But most will stick to the influence red declare forfeit on Friday night, leaving us alone to face the Portuguese trip.
Saturday, February 19
Rise early as the flight leaves at 8:20 in the morning. Travel
pretty quiet where we can even doze a bit 'so you can earn a bit' of energy that will be useful.
only flaw, the delay of about an hour because we had to wait for the supply of catering, well represented by a 30ina bottles of water.
So we landed in Portugal at about 10.30 local, the sky is clear and finally the temperatures are higher than here ... It 's the ideal climate to get around the city.
To reach the center we rely on the underground (new as well as the airport), which cleaved in 30 minutes brings us to the station Trindade.
The metro ticket is pretty easy to do. At the 5th attempt, and with a tail that was forming behind us, we find that it works:
the first issuance also give you a blue card (costing € 0.50) you will use to load the other races.
Prices range from the area where you should arrive, but the auto maker is the complete list of stops on the side of the area to type.
Once loaded you must validate it every time you use it (in case of transmission line, you have to "pass" at the station to change).
soaking luggage to our hotel, Hotel Trindade (a good 3 star hotel attached to the metro station got deals on Expedia at 25 € each) where we freshen up and by noon we start with the tour day. First stop is the
Mercado Bolhao.
Reached through some streets and the first impression of the city we love.
The market is really particular, seems to have stepped back a few years, with various sellers of flowers, meat, fish, shops with signs of 60 years and someone just started selling some souvenirs, but for the moment I am still few.
addition to the various vendors, we are affected by market structure.
E 'kept as a time .. indeed in some places there are scaffolds that keep on top of the old piers ... all very special.
exiting the market, we are hungry and we are attracted by the cafe / restaurant "A Bolhão Pérola do. " After the area us
sweet square at the tables, the coffee-room is filled with mirrors and has a charm almost 800tesco.
With the menu of the day we would like to try a little 'all. When a
ordiamo Francesinha, a boiled octopus and a Bacalhau the waiter asked us if we are sure, because he is a lot.
So in the end we decide to eat half Francesinha head and a plate of boiled octopus, all washed down with 4 SuperBock.
The octopus is spectacular and the dreaded Francesinha is soft and, as I imagine, a shot of Madonna.
very often with a sandwich in a steak, a sausage, cooked bacon, fried egg ... all covered with cheese fries around.
The account is just the opposite of Francesinha, is so slight that there is less than 10 € each.
thus resuming the tour of the city cut the Avenida dos Aliados.
It 's the commercial avenue of the city with large pedestrian area around the ancient buildings are now used as banks. Walking
look at the town hall, its fountain placed at the top of the Avenida and the statue of Pedro IV on horseback.
We see a surprising number of seats placed along the pedestrian zone, are not of any one bar and if you sit down to enjoy the day can do so safely.
Turning to the station, we see the church dos Congregados with colored tiles (usually blue-blue) that dominate the facade.
The same type of tile is inside the station S. Bento.
The walls inside are some important moments in the history of the city and they are truly beautiful.
A bit 'to continue for some random streets to return to the church with its tower dos Clerigos. In this
ups and downs we like to note that large international companies have not yet taken possession of the shopping center.
seems to back in time with the various butchers, supermarket, bars scruffy, blacksmiths, a trendy clothing stores with a little 'go', but most stores tools or electronic components (we now go shopping centers).
The signs here are from another era, between the 60s and early 80s.
The streets are not paved then, are all in bowl.
We opt to climb the Torre dos Clerigos of the famous Italian architect Nicolau.
The view is spectacular and there to enjoy calmly in front of us because there is a group of young Americans.
IlBelFiulet had the brilliant idea to have them all pass before us .. obviously happened before us is the ugliest of the group that went to malapensa the narrow tower.
Which led us to having to wait until everyone did their photos with river view, the church of Santa IIdefonso and hills beyond.
I got going on ahead in the square with the Fountain of the Lions. Square with the lovely park near Cordoaria, these two churches also studded with blue tiles, but also full of cafes with tables in the evening it fills up.
continue towards the cathedral da Sé and the statue in front of the Pelourinho.
Salendoci (because it's all downhill and then uphill) walking past the narrow streets .. in one of these pass among people with faces jail that there were two beautiful pussies miss another up .. giving us new energy to accelerate despite the ramp up.
The view from the cathedral (which is not that good) is worth, the hills, the river Douro with wineries from the other side and also the various houses built around it.
Of these various plans have been made over the years, and certainly no plan, so that each is different.
But perhaps even sure this is part of the charm of the city.
Finally we descend to cross the river via the bridge of course Luis I bridge to be built similar to the famous Eiffel Tower.
From the bridge you can see very well known area of \u200b\u200bRibeira and also the outer city wall.
photos are wasted, and when we move into the upper deck that when we go over from the bottom to go to Ribeira
From across the Douro River and Ribeira degl'altri the view of the bridge is spectacular here ... illegal building is wasted, so we are constantly modernizing (of course with steady growth height of buildings). The
is winding down but when the Ribeira arrivamo fatigue passes.
We see that the village's tourist area, is full of bars, restaurants and souvenir shops.
But it is also full of people, all relaxed at the bar for a beer two eating pistachios or something else.
We, too, after so much walking, we feel the need to rest a moment and relax sitting under the beautiful sun deck overlooking Luis I.
Around us there is the daily life of people living there, because although tourist, The Ribeira is still inhabited by ordinary people.
colored houses there are clothes hanging, women face the windows and around us there are kids with the jersey of the Port or Messi playing football ..
dawn of the 5 pm we realize something else ... we have not seen a girl pussy, do not say .. a supermodel but not a pussy ... and the suspicion is born within us.
is not that the cliché that the Portuguese are the ugliest in Europe is the only true!
Fortunately next to our table there are 3 Anglo-Saxon tourists that after drinking a liter of wine give the usual performance erotalcoliche. A
you put the straw in his mouth and begins to suck a little 'slut, while her friend takes pictures of everything.
And here I understand that if I want to enjoy myself changing lenses, focus on the tourists!
This relaxation makes us almost forget that at 5 and a half we visit the stadium, so we pay our beers (3 € for two beers!) And run away in a taxi to the stadium. At Dragao stadium mythical
arrivamo just in time, after Ben Johnson in a race to get stuck on the last group that organized the tour was starting and we queued to them.
Together we are a young Portuguese couple (of course she is a beautiful gate) and 4 boys nicknamed by us Take That Dutch.
The stadium is brand new, opened in 2003 and his tour is arranged in a classic.
walk inside the gate, go to the forum in the area reserved for the president and other rich people, press room, locker rooms, entry into the playground and benches.
The stadium is really nice and in particular by an excellent view to the public in all sectors, given the lack of athletics track and the like.
The only flaws were the lack of presence around a room with the trophies and the fact that they could not take pictures (there was a photographer who followed you and, upon request, we immortalized the modest price of € 5 snap ).
After a 45-minute tour enthusiasts and there shop where, given the prices, do not buy the shirt of Brazilian striker Hulk (who at 25 already has the physical Jardel all'Ancona) but the cheapest of the team pennants and socks.
now it's dark, I'm 6 and a half meters in the past so let's go back to the hotel to rest for the evening. While
Teri collapses into a deep sleep I look a bit 'the festival of Sanremo with Morandi and his "we are united."
At 9 infighettati shower and go to eat.
The idea is to try the suckling pig restaurant Gremio dos Leitoes, shame it closed, and so fall back on close Churrascaria do Infante, family run restaurant where we whims at will. To the delight of the waiter
ordiamo 5 courses of fish (pescado of the day, two plates of delicious fried octopus, a grouper and a sword), salad and potatoes. All washed down with a 1 liter of bulk white. Teri
not happy and he also takes the cake, pescado aside, everything is really good.
Eventually, the coffee is brought by the owner, a nice gentleman, who also gets to talk football with us.
The bill is appalling, 20 euro per person ... thing that you take a pizza with 2 beers.
Now we can start testing what it can offer noche de Porto. We go to Ribeira
but it is totally empty, even the bars are already closed, let us return to the restaurant and take a ride in the old market Ferreira Borges, now a cultural center.
There is a lot of people running, a bit 'alternative rock style, not least because one of the two pavilions is the concert of Sum41.
The situation will not turn on the safe side so we go and fly down the slopes towards the city square of the Lions.
arrived and is already a charnel house of people packed the square and three or four bars these are besieged, we adapt quickly to the nightlife and take a drink in a tiny little bar and we go out drinking in the square surrounded by people.
Even here prices are hallucinating, 1 lemon vodka and beer are all 1 and 3 € ½, which will lead us to take at least another two laps before going to disk.
In the meantime we look around, we study the situation, the square is packed and most are young about 20/25 years old .. academics say, if someone with the famous botellón.
Even here, however, the level of girls is quite low, if they see someone cute, but nothing that stands out ... it may be that the lemon vodka has not yet taken effect.
At some point we are approached by a guy drunk enough (of course that never stops a good pussy).
started talking and soon learns that we start with the Italian obsession.
"Aaa Spaghetti, pizza, mafia ... Luca Toni (who has now taken place in the mandolin).
Talk of Porto football, running for very little money, Mourinho, ect .. until he pulls out the pearl of the evening .. Miccoli talking about him as "Bravin, but with a little belly" ... virtually all speeches from sober.
the third drink that we end up with his friends decide to leave but first we ask a question
"you know why the Portuguese are famous all over Europe?" ... .. Here we look at Teri and I, we laugh and we are surprised because they are also aware that you have the ugliest girls but when we were about to tell him continue in his speech noting that popular because "they are the best to fuck ".. auks tell him I'll try that tonight if it is true. The
we break there and take a ride around the square, will be drinking but the level is raised slightly (but just slightly) and try even the most famous bar, the "Casa Do Livro"
Another beer and I try to 1 € envy of some prey, only 2 tourists seem interesting, too bad for our physical prowess prefer to bring their attention to the plate of fried calamari. Towards a
decide to bring in the disk, before being fortunately able to escape from the grip of a little girl proposition that I had blocked the exit and looked at me with bad intentions.
by taxi to reach the industrial area, famous for having 2-3 clubs. Looking
facebook seemed that the Act there was disk feast of a modeling agency, so dry spots there.
arrive and the place is completely closed (we find that the evening was then transferred to a club in the long-ocean), so we go to the nearby "La Movida Beach" and "cream" .. shame that the average age is about 18 years to star wide.
not lose heart and always go to the local taxi to "the good life in Porto Candlewick" .. The Twin's.
We thus come to the Twin's.
the location we like, is elegant, stylish, alley ball on the ground floor and upstairs bar with sofas and another mini track.
Entrance card with a minimum of 20 € for drinks.
Although the .30 is not even a lot of people, but asking around I confirm that the first two in Porto there is almost no one in the disk.
first began to drink vodka lemon (on the € 8) and we look around.
Age is colorful, moving from around 25 across infighettata girl, until the pair of 45-50s are doing wonderful.
At one point we see the Virgin Mary .... That is the first strategic pussy Porto.
with a friend just as bad ... all of a sudden become my ideal prey for the evening, pity that when I already saw on the sofa with her, when they stop drinking and take leave.
Disappointed, we have to order another cocktail while you fill in the meantime the local well.
Near us are placed two mulattone by fear, one will be taller than me wearing a miniskirt and groin.
do not know why but I remember the Red, at home with a fever, but here it could be fun. The
mulattone decide to keep the pits as we face the first lap, going downstairs to dance.
The strategic track is full and we do not we pray to get to the dance.
Unfortunately, the highest level is not confirmed, but I remember my friend caught first at the bar ... what we would say that the Portuguese are famous for how they make love (with a capital).
So a bit 'for a laugh and a bit' to see the reactions start to stop some chick.
First catch a girl with the phone in his hand and asked if he was finishing writing my number then dance a little 'with the dark-haired girlfriend.
The teacher hit the outside shot when the photographer stopped turning in the disk and ask him to take a picture with two girls who were dancing near us.
When I hit the shot of his ass chick who does not say anything, even a dirty look is certainly offensive to a third friend had been cut off from the tour.
Unfortunately, the photographer then decided not to publish the photo, too bad ... I wanted to see me the girl's face at that moment. Meanwhile
dance a little 'with one of these two Portuguese holiday in Porto, and in particular one that has two "bombs" and-sa-ge-ra-te ...
When taken away from the party, now on track the level has dropped even more .. Take the 3rd
lemon vodka, and I am almost tempted to fall back on that at first I considered as "unclassified" but rightly ilBelFiulet (Borriello version for the occasion by woodsman shirt), I noted that there are yet for me to mulatto box.
When I see, of course, will be occupied.
We see that also Pardo impersonator (formerly Sky commentator) has given up the shot and we decide it is time to abandon ship.
's almost 5 and you are practically standing by 24 hours.
As I look out the window of the taxi that the moon is reflected in the ocean, Ilbelfiulet collapses into a deep sleep if I had not stayed there until he woke up at noon the next day.
Wake up at 8, breakfast (where perhaps taken from the night, I intrippanti 3 girls on the British 35 years) and go by metro to the airport ... where Teri falls asleep again.
Flight on time and mid-afternoon we are already at home, happy and satisfied from these 24 hours in Oporto.
that's what we learned in Porto
After Christmas, the beautiful belly full, I start to look at the websites of various airlines, as usual at this time, shoot out lots of offers.
Then, before they restart the CIS championship, I jumped into his head to make a hit and run in a small European town.
The idea is to start Saturday morning, then around the city during the day, rocking evening and return Sunday afternoon.
The alternatives were three: Bucharest, Brussels and Porto.
The first was rejected because, to our knowledge that is worthy of at least one internal w.end to be able to enjoy in many different ways.
The second was rejected as being too dark and gloomy in the month of February. Instead
Porto, no objection was received ... if not the fame that they bring with them the Portuguese .. to be the ugliest in Europe.
email tour participants to decide and w.end ... finally found the answer BelTeoRosso (Aug) and BelFiuletDeMilan (Teri).
So we book with Easyjet and-return February 19 to 20 to 18 € per person.
Before leaving, of course, the usual problems occur. Carnival
Cause we have to anticipate the race to kick in that weekend and then the team will be deprived of an essential element like me (more on that leadership role from midfield to mutt)
But most will stick to the influence red declare forfeit on Friday night, leaving us alone to face the Portuguese trip.
Saturday, February 19
Rise early as the flight leaves at 8:20 in the morning. Travel
pretty quiet where we can even doze a bit 'so you can earn a bit' of energy that will be useful.
only flaw, the delay of about an hour because we had to wait for the supply of catering, well represented by a 30ina bottles of water.
So we landed in Portugal at about 10.30 local, the sky is clear and finally the temperatures are higher than here ... It 's the ideal climate to get around the city.
To reach the center we rely on the underground (new as well as the airport), which cleaved in 30 minutes brings us to the station Trindade.
The metro ticket is pretty easy to do. At the 5th attempt, and with a tail that was forming behind us, we find that it works:
the first issuance also give you a blue card (costing € 0.50) you will use to load the other races.
Prices range from the area where you should arrive, but the auto maker is the complete list of stops on the side of the area to type.
Once loaded you must validate it every time you use it (in case of transmission line, you have to "pass" at the station to change).
soaking luggage to our hotel, Hotel Trindade (a good 3 star hotel attached to the metro station got deals on Expedia at 25 € each) where we freshen up and by noon we start with the tour day. First stop is the
Mercado Bolhao.
Reached through some streets and the first impression of the city we love.
The market is really particular, seems to have stepped back a few years, with various sellers of flowers, meat, fish, shops with signs of 60 years and someone just started selling some souvenirs, but for the moment I am still few.
addition to the various vendors, we are affected by market structure.
E 'kept as a time .. indeed in some places there are scaffolds that keep on top of the old piers ... all very special.
exiting the market, we are hungry and we are attracted by the cafe / restaurant "A Bolhão Pérola do. " After the area us
sweet square at the tables, the coffee-room is filled with mirrors and has a charm almost 800tesco.
With the menu of the day we would like to try a little 'all. When a
ordiamo Francesinha, a boiled octopus and a Bacalhau the waiter asked us if we are sure, because he is a lot.
So in the end we decide to eat half Francesinha head and a plate of boiled octopus, all washed down with 4 SuperBock.
The octopus is spectacular and the dreaded Francesinha is soft and, as I imagine, a shot of Madonna.
very often with a sandwich in a steak, a sausage, cooked bacon, fried egg ... all covered with cheese fries around.
The account is just the opposite of Francesinha, is so slight that there is less than 10 € each.
thus resuming the tour of the city cut the Avenida dos Aliados.
It 's the commercial avenue of the city with large pedestrian area around the ancient buildings are now used as banks. Walking
look at the town hall, its fountain placed at the top of the Avenida and the statue of Pedro IV on horseback.
We see a surprising number of seats placed along the pedestrian zone, are not of any one bar and if you sit down to enjoy the day can do so safely.
Turning to the station, we see the church dos Congregados with colored tiles (usually blue-blue) that dominate the facade.
The same type of tile is inside the station S. Bento.
The walls inside are some important moments in the history of the city and they are truly beautiful.
A bit 'to continue for some random streets to return to the church with its tower dos Clerigos. In this
ups and downs we like to note that large international companies have not yet taken possession of the shopping center.
seems to back in time with the various butchers, supermarket, bars scruffy, blacksmiths, a trendy clothing stores with a little 'go', but most stores tools or electronic components (we now go shopping centers).
The signs here are from another era, between the 60s and early 80s.
The streets are not paved then, are all in bowl.
We opt to climb the Torre dos Clerigos of the famous Italian architect Nicolau.
The view is spectacular and there to enjoy calmly in front of us because there is a group of young Americans.
IlBelFiulet had the brilliant idea to have them all pass before us .. obviously happened before us is the ugliest of the group that went to malapensa the narrow tower.
Which led us to having to wait until everyone did their photos with river view, the church of Santa IIdefonso and hills beyond.
I got going on ahead in the square with the Fountain of the Lions. Square with the lovely park near Cordoaria, these two churches also studded with blue tiles, but also full of cafes with tables in the evening it fills up.
continue towards the cathedral da Sé and the statue in front of the Pelourinho.
Salendoci (because it's all downhill and then uphill) walking past the narrow streets .. in one of these pass among people with faces jail that there were two beautiful pussies miss another up .. giving us new energy to accelerate despite the ramp up.
The view from the cathedral (which is not that good) is worth, the hills, the river Douro with wineries from the other side and also the various houses built around it.
Of these various plans have been made over the years, and certainly no plan, so that each is different.
But perhaps even sure this is part of the charm of the city.
Finally we descend to cross the river via the bridge of course Luis I bridge to be built similar to the famous Eiffel Tower.
From the bridge you can see very well known area of \u200b\u200bRibeira and also the outer city wall.
photos are wasted, and when we move into the upper deck that when we go over from the bottom to go to Ribeira
From across the Douro River and Ribeira degl'altri the view of the bridge is spectacular here ... illegal building is wasted, so we are constantly modernizing (of course with steady growth height of buildings). The
is winding down but when the Ribeira arrivamo fatigue passes.
We see that the village's tourist area, is full of bars, restaurants and souvenir shops.
But it is also full of people, all relaxed at the bar for a beer two eating pistachios or something else.
We, too, after so much walking, we feel the need to rest a moment and relax sitting under the beautiful sun deck overlooking Luis I.
Around us there is the daily life of people living there, because although tourist, The Ribeira is still inhabited by ordinary people.
colored houses there are clothes hanging, women face the windows and around us there are kids with the jersey of the Port or Messi playing football ..
dawn of the 5 pm we realize something else ... we have not seen a girl pussy, do not say .. a supermodel but not a pussy ... and the suspicion is born within us.
is not that the cliché that the Portuguese are the ugliest in Europe is the only true!
Fortunately next to our table there are 3 Anglo-Saxon tourists that after drinking a liter of wine give the usual performance erotalcoliche. A
you put the straw in his mouth and begins to suck a little 'slut, while her friend takes pictures of everything.
And here I understand that if I want to enjoy myself changing lenses, focus on the tourists!
This relaxation makes us almost forget that at 5 and a half we visit the stadium, so we pay our beers (3 € for two beers!) And run away in a taxi to the stadium. At Dragao stadium mythical
arrivamo just in time, after Ben Johnson in a race to get stuck on the last group that organized the tour was starting and we queued to them.
Together we are a young Portuguese couple (of course she is a beautiful gate) and 4 boys nicknamed by us Take That Dutch.
The stadium is brand new, opened in 2003 and his tour is arranged in a classic.
walk inside the gate, go to the forum in the area reserved for the president and other rich people, press room, locker rooms, entry into the playground and benches.
The stadium is really nice and in particular by an excellent view to the public in all sectors, given the lack of athletics track and the like.
The only flaws were the lack of presence around a room with the trophies and the fact that they could not take pictures (there was a photographer who followed you and, upon request, we immortalized the modest price of € 5 snap ).
After a 45-minute tour enthusiasts and there shop where, given the prices, do not buy the shirt of Brazilian striker Hulk (who at 25 already has the physical Jardel all'Ancona) but the cheapest of the team pennants and socks.
now it's dark, I'm 6 and a half meters in the past so let's go back to the hotel to rest for the evening. While
Teri collapses into a deep sleep I look a bit 'the festival of Sanremo with Morandi and his "we are united."
At 9 infighettati shower and go to eat.
The idea is to try the suckling pig restaurant Gremio dos Leitoes, shame it closed, and so fall back on close Churrascaria do Infante, family run restaurant where we whims at will. To the delight of the waiter
ordiamo 5 courses of fish (pescado of the day, two plates of delicious fried octopus, a grouper and a sword), salad and potatoes. All washed down with a 1 liter of bulk white. Teri
not happy and he also takes the cake, pescado aside, everything is really good.
Eventually, the coffee is brought by the owner, a nice gentleman, who also gets to talk football with us.
The bill is appalling, 20 euro per person ... thing that you take a pizza with 2 beers.
Now we can start testing what it can offer noche de Porto. We go to Ribeira
but it is totally empty, even the bars are already closed, let us return to the restaurant and take a ride in the old market Ferreira Borges, now a cultural center.
There is a lot of people running, a bit 'alternative rock style, not least because one of the two pavilions is the concert of Sum41.
The situation will not turn on the safe side so we go and fly down the slopes towards the city square of the Lions.
arrived and is already a charnel house of people packed the square and three or four bars these are besieged, we adapt quickly to the nightlife and take a drink in a tiny little bar and we go out drinking in the square surrounded by people.
Even here prices are hallucinating, 1 lemon vodka and beer are all 1 and 3 € ½, which will lead us to take at least another two laps before going to disk.
In the meantime we look around, we study the situation, the square is packed and most are young about 20/25 years old .. academics say, if someone with the famous botellón.
Even here, however, the level of girls is quite low, if they see someone cute, but nothing that stands out ... it may be that the lemon vodka has not yet taken effect.
At some point we are approached by a guy drunk enough (of course that never stops a good pussy).
started talking and soon learns that we start with the Italian obsession.
"Aaa Spaghetti, pizza, mafia ... Luca Toni (who has now taken place in the mandolin).
Talk of Porto football, running for very little money, Mourinho, ect .. until he pulls out the pearl of the evening .. Miccoli talking about him as "Bravin, but with a little belly" ... virtually all speeches from sober.
the third drink that we end up with his friends decide to leave but first we ask a question
"you know why the Portuguese are famous all over Europe?" ... .. Here we look at Teri and I, we laugh and we are surprised because they are also aware that you have the ugliest girls but when we were about to tell him continue in his speech noting that popular because "they are the best to fuck ".. auks tell him I'll try that tonight if it is true. The
we break there and take a ride around the square, will be drinking but the level is raised slightly (but just slightly) and try even the most famous bar, the "Casa Do Livro"
Another beer and I try to 1 € envy of some prey, only 2 tourists seem interesting, too bad for our physical prowess prefer to bring their attention to the plate of fried calamari. Towards a
decide to bring in the disk, before being fortunately able to escape from the grip of a little girl proposition that I had blocked the exit and looked at me with bad intentions.
by taxi to reach the industrial area, famous for having 2-3 clubs. Looking
facebook seemed that the Act there was disk feast of a modeling agency, so dry spots there.
arrive and the place is completely closed (we find that the evening was then transferred to a club in the long-ocean), so we go to the nearby "La Movida Beach" and "cream" .. shame that the average age is about 18 years to star wide.
not lose heart and always go to the local taxi to "the good life in Porto Candlewick" .. The Twin's.
We thus come to the Twin's.
the location we like, is elegant, stylish, alley ball on the ground floor and upstairs bar with sofas and another mini track.
Entrance card with a minimum of 20 € for drinks.
Although the .30 is not even a lot of people, but asking around I confirm that the first two in Porto there is almost no one in the disk.
first began to drink vodka lemon (on the € 8) and we look around.
Age is colorful, moving from around 25 across infighettata girl, until the pair of 45-50s are doing wonderful.
At one point we see the Virgin Mary .... That is the first strategic pussy Porto.
with a friend just as bad ... all of a sudden become my ideal prey for the evening, pity that when I already saw on the sofa with her, when they stop drinking and take leave.
Disappointed, we have to order another cocktail while you fill in the meantime the local well.
Near us are placed two mulattone by fear, one will be taller than me wearing a miniskirt and groin.
do not know why but I remember the Red, at home with a fever, but here it could be fun. The
mulattone decide to keep the pits as we face the first lap, going downstairs to dance.
The strategic track is full and we do not we pray to get to the dance.
Unfortunately, the highest level is not confirmed, but I remember my friend caught first at the bar ... what we would say that the Portuguese are famous for how they make love (with a capital).
So a bit 'for a laugh and a bit' to see the reactions start to stop some chick.
First catch a girl with the phone in his hand and asked if he was finishing writing my number then dance a little 'with the dark-haired girlfriend.
The teacher hit the outside shot when the photographer stopped turning in the disk and ask him to take a picture with two girls who were dancing near us.
When I hit the shot of his ass chick who does not say anything, even a dirty look is certainly offensive to a third friend had been cut off from the tour.
Unfortunately, the photographer then decided not to publish the photo, too bad ... I wanted to see me the girl's face at that moment. Meanwhile
dance a little 'with one of these two Portuguese holiday in Porto, and in particular one that has two "bombs" and-sa-ge-ra-te ...
When taken away from the party, now on track the level has dropped even more .. Take the 3rd
lemon vodka, and I am almost tempted to fall back on that at first I considered as "unclassified" but rightly ilBelFiulet (Borriello version for the occasion by woodsman shirt), I noted that there are yet for me to mulatto box.
When I see, of course, will be occupied.
We see that also Pardo impersonator (formerly Sky commentator) has given up the shot and we decide it is time to abandon ship.
's almost 5 and you are practically standing by 24 hours.
As I look out the window of the taxi that the moon is reflected in the ocean, Ilbelfiulet collapses into a deep sleep if I had not stayed there until he woke up at noon the next day.
Wake up at 8, breakfast (where perhaps taken from the night, I intrippanti 3 girls on the British 35 years) and go by metro to the airport ... where Teri falls asleep again.
Flight on time and mid-afternoon we are already at home, happy and satisfied from these 24 hours in Oporto.
that's what we learned in Porto
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Eye Lash Strengthener
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I do a year is an invitation which I gladly welcome the first day of March. I met Robert in his first public appearance a spring of some years ago in Milan, Italy Workshop, compared to the days of writing edited by Antonio dark, then last summer in Pietrasanta, Tuscany in my, there must be close to Camilleri program, I was with Rosa writer of noir, and instead surprise that Saviano duet with Mario Vargas Llosa, who had shortly after the Nobel prize for literature.
From my notes: Vargas Llosa "Literature is fire" and said he had read Gomorrah in Naples and the city for him is never the same as before. "The book is immortal "answered Robert, because exist until there will be a player for him. And so the dialectic between Artifice, responsibility and discipline in art, authenticity ... I had just delivered the manuscript of lizard in the fall and stirred in me two persons, one that resonates with heroic brotherhood for both storyteller and the other cowardly hiding behind the excuse of the small publisher that so no one will read what I wrote. After meeting with readers in ten times I would meet again tomorrow Roberto because his words ask other words, true to echo him. And the novel to be written press in Venezuela, from where I left off. 
From my notes: Vargas Llosa "Literature is fire" and said he had read Gomorrah in Naples and the city for him is never the same as before. "The book is immortal "answered Robert, because exist until there will be a player for him. And so the dialectic between Artifice, responsibility and discipline in art, authenticity ... I had just delivered the manuscript of lizard in the fall and stirred in me two persons, one that resonates with heroic brotherhood for both storyteller and the other cowardly hiding behind the excuse of the small publisher that so no one will read what I wrote. After meeting with readers in ten times I would meet again tomorrow Roberto because his words ask other words, true to echo him. And the novel to be written press in Venezuela, from where I left off.
Breast Cancer Introduction
The Roman - Alberto Moravia
Incipit: At sixteen I was a real beauty. Her face was a perfect oval, narrow at the temples and a bit wide at the bottom, the long eyes, large and sweet, straight nose in one line with the forehead, mouth large, with beautiful lips, red, fleshy, and If I laughed, I showed regular and very white teeth.
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Incipit: At sixteen I was a real beauty. Her face was a perfect oval, narrow at the temples and a bit wide at the bottom, the long eyes, large and sweet, straight nose in one line with the forehead, mouth large, with beautiful lips, red, fleshy, and If I laughed, I showed regular and very white teeth. Adriana Thus begins by describing herself, physically and then move to tell his story, the events that led it to become a prostitute. Events that she passively and without rebelling.
fell in love with Gino, a driver of a rich family Rome, pursuing his dreams of marriage and happy family within the walls of a small house to put up with his beloved.
But the discovery that her boyfriend will do about the force to put an end to his dreams, and so, overnight, perhaps driven by the mother's projects, he decided that never again love anyone and will use her body to seduce and gain.
Adriana is basically good, does not hate anyone and justify all the evil that is done. And 'perhaps his way of being that leads her to make a living making and to submit passively to whatever happens.
There are many characters that come in a short time in life and in the rooms the protagonist, who, despite the work that takes place, it remains poor.
The thing I like about Moravia is the way in which probes the psyche of the characters, moods, states of mind. The novel flows slowly, without a lot of events that fate particularly the attention of the reader, who is inclined to go for the pity he feels against Adriana and hope to finally see some light, something good in her sad existence.
* I was born in the house of the railroad, the chalet was the same effect, probably, to the inhabitants of the house, which I so envied, the richest and biggest mansions affluent neighborhoods of the city. So everyone puts their own paradise in hell for others.
* I, all the times I've been offended, and have often been to my poverty, simplicity and solitude, I have always felt the desire to forgive the offender and the offense as soon forget. If some change is in me, after the attack, it does not occur in my demeanor or my appearance, but more profoundly, in my mind that closes on itself as a healthy meat and blood that he received a wound and shall as soon as possible to heal. But the scars remain, and these changes are almost unaware of the soul always definitive.
* For a moment I stood wide-eyed in the dark, without thinking anything. "I'm a bitch," I finally said aloud, to see what effect I did. It seemed to me that I did no effect, and closed my eyes, I fell asleep almost immediately.
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