October 17, twelve twenty a.m. to Morro de Sao Paulo, tropical island 60 miles from Salvador de Bahia.
We left on the notes of the Italian situation and of distorted feeling that comes from here ... will
that in recent weeks Giancarlo and I have already become part of this Brazilian community, willy-nilly we had to deal with new life and its effects on us.
and take it to Italy, objectively, it is easier ....!
But a great poet, Pablo Neruda said that "what matters is not born, but born again!"
Well, here we have the fortunate to be able to afford to be reborn every day, choosing to be, perhaps, different than the day before!
To find an excuse to grow a few best part of ourselves!
And on this side there is the flow of people who come to our inn sun!
Today, for example, despite a drunken driving made us miss a couple of Norwegians who had also booked our working life and social well has been enriched by a Yoga teacher in his fifties, Washington DC (as he says);
a thirty-five blonde English Giancarla storm of questions, forcing her to enormous efforts to improvise Anglophone / Anglophone;
a plump and smiling giovanotto brasiliano (credo “Paulista”…) in ferie!
Con loro due esili ragazzette argentine, in giro con lo zaino in spalla.
Domani chissà!?
Un buon materiale umano su cui curiosare, scambiandosi impressioni e sparando ipotesi circa i nostri sorridenti visitatori.
E’ un sensazione strana e finanche struggente quella di conoscere delle persone differentissime da te, abituarti alla loro quotidiana presenza e poi sentirti dire che da li a poco fanno il check out, e insomma ripartono; ti ridanno le chiavi, gli asciugamani, e chissà quando e se ci si rivede!
Non capita tutti i giorni ma spesso! Ed è una emozione grande, ogni volta.
E poi ci sono le persone care che ti vengono find, as a mom Elmuccia, just off once more for home after a brief but intense stay at our comfortable accommodations.
I think the place is like and now fully understand our happiness,
certain is that the Morro did not own the best, in these 10 days ....
Too many unexpected rain and gray have tarnished the virtues of this remote outpost ... ..
not enough, fortunately, to prevent you from appreciating the true nature that makes it so special.
Paradoxically, indeed, how you spend your stay is marked by bad weather and some mishaps are the very people who, in one form or another, the more we preserve the affection.
We, however, wait until tomorrow for another day of sun and work
and to close the day with the latest weekly training capoeira ....!
And then there's the night that the island does not see too often
players ... but this time, maybe ... ..!
Oh well, whatever
has made the time to embrace the bed and Giancarlo, who is sunk.
Blown away by the echo of songs and dances that will continue until the morning and that, if you take the beach, coming up at our parties, I draw you a warm embrace in tropical and, to those who will be pleased, we send our affectionately call when they want turn our thoughts to us and to these places.
Goodnight,
E.
Ps: Welcome Philip!
We left on the notes of the Italian situation and of distorted feeling that comes from here ... will
that in recent weeks Giancarlo and I have already become part of this Brazilian community, willy-nilly we had to deal with new life and its effects on us.
and take it to Italy, objectively, it is easier ....!
But a great poet, Pablo Neruda said that "what matters is not born, but born again!"
Well, here we have the fortunate to be able to afford to be reborn every day, choosing to be, perhaps, different than the day before!
To find an excuse to grow a few best part of ourselves!
And on this side there is the flow of people who come to our inn sun!
Today, for example, despite a drunken driving made us miss a couple of Norwegians who had also booked our working life and social well has been enriched by a Yoga teacher in his fifties, Washington DC (as he says);
a thirty-five blonde English Giancarla storm of questions, forcing her to enormous efforts to improvise Anglophone / Anglophone;
a plump and smiling giovanotto brasiliano (credo “Paulista”…) in ferie!
Con loro due esili ragazzette argentine, in giro con lo zaino in spalla.
Domani chissà!?
Un buon materiale umano su cui curiosare, scambiandosi impressioni e sparando ipotesi circa i nostri sorridenti visitatori.
E’ un sensazione strana e finanche struggente quella di conoscere delle persone differentissime da te, abituarti alla loro quotidiana presenza e poi sentirti dire che da li a poco fanno il check out, e insomma ripartono; ti ridanno le chiavi, gli asciugamani, e chissà quando e se ci si rivede!
Non capita tutti i giorni ma spesso! Ed è una emozione grande, ogni volta.
E poi ci sono le persone care che ti vengono find, as a mom Elmuccia, just off once more for home after a brief but intense stay at our comfortable accommodations.
I think the place is like and now fully understand our happiness,
certain is that the Morro did not own the best, in these 10 days ....
Too many unexpected rain and gray have tarnished the virtues of this remote outpost ... ..
not enough, fortunately, to prevent you from appreciating the true nature that makes it so special.
Paradoxically, indeed, how you spend your stay is marked by bad weather and some mishaps are the very people who, in one form or another, the more we preserve the affection.
We, however, wait until tomorrow for another day of sun and work
and to close the day with the latest weekly training capoeira ....!
And then there's the night that the island does not see too often
players ... but this time, maybe ... ..!
Oh well, whatever
has made the time to embrace the bed and Giancarlo, who is sunk.
Blown away by the echo of songs and dances that will continue until the morning and that, if you take the beach, coming up at our parties, I draw you a warm embrace in tropical and, to those who will be pleased, we send our affectionately call when they want turn our thoughts to us and to these places.
Goodnight,
E.
Ps: Welcome Philip!
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