might as well tell what happened in recent times!
without creating rhetorical nonsense about the infrequency, now chronic, of the appearances on this blog, let alone on gait squalor always coming new to our ears, fortunately not accustomed to such disappointments, from the mother country.
fact is that only the former, rainy May we find time to do "capoccella" on our license plate window Bahia to cuddle in your family company. The
recent months, we said, have been particularly intense:
additional and significant visits and knowledge have enriched the colorful landscape of our lives in Brazil.
The Pousada Varanda Do Sol, then, did the good, we must recognize it!
Nor would just give the substance of the unexpected resistance
the loving care which we have referred.
While at the helm now that there were two boatswains tired and eager to enjoy the summer of Morro de Sao Paulo (my mom !!!),
our dear house / guest house is able to withstand the weight of so many and so many people from all parts of the world came to be accommodated here, and then yield
a crash in the last days of the glorious year,
something halfway between the exhausted marathon runner che tagli traballante il traguardo
e la macchina dei Blues Brothers a fine pellicola!
E ora, dopo tanto amore e odio, siamo finalmente rimasti da soli con lei,
e possiamo prendercene cura prima di lasciarla in altre mani, a fine mese.
Casa รจ bellissima e spande musica a tutto spiano da quando ho trasferito tutto l’impianto del Bar tra queste quattro mura ed il terrazzo.
Non ha prezzo, in certe sere, osservare il placido passeggio dei mille personaggi colorati che, in opposti flussi, percorrono la curva cui la nostra pousada fa da sponda, lungo la stradina sabbiosa che conduce dalla”favelita” al mare e viceversa.
Si sta davvero bene da queste parti, se ci si organizza un po’e non si ha excessive fear of poisonous snakes that inhabit the forests of the archipelago (not kidding!).
The point is that, despite the unavoidable daily tasks, more recently we were able to enjoy this special place, and once approaching the time to lower the damper until the end
we savor the taste of running a small guest house, to
behind one of the most popular beaches and objectively beautiful in the Northeast.
In the meantime, we allowed ourselves a few days in Barra Grande and experience about how to be embracing the beautiful, decadent Salvador de Bahia.
We are now at rest, or nearly so.
This is an evening which began with music in late 60 ':
it swings with the Doors and one firm with Chilean wine and the Beatles,
to fade late at night, with Jeff Buckley and down from there ....
while the rain keeps pouring down without any interruption,
bending everything in its path down
with the brightness of the lamps dim rua.
Giancarlo, pointing to the green hammock, a book unexpectedly
preferred a light blanket,
female security for an unusual autumn moisture;
asleep for an hour and more rocks to the sound of music of other times and suspended
,
chant his own shadow reflected in subtle
cocoon oscillating on
floor of the verandah,
flooded to the point of hosting a couple of frogs back to life after the summer heat. Tomorrow
forest behind us, now
survivors of wild speculation that does not save these places, drank
shine a green and strong, and new torrents
open a gap in the format for throwing in the waters of the Fourth praia.
without creating rhetorical nonsense about the infrequency, now chronic, of the appearances on this blog, let alone on gait squalor always coming new to our ears, fortunately not accustomed to such disappointments, from the mother country.
fact is that only the former, rainy May we find time to do "capoccella" on our license plate window Bahia to cuddle in your family company. The
recent months, we said, have been particularly intense:
additional and significant visits and knowledge have enriched the colorful landscape of our lives in Brazil.
The Pousada Varanda Do Sol, then, did the good, we must recognize it!
Nor would just give the substance of the unexpected resistance
the loving care which we have referred.
While at the helm now that there were two boatswains tired and eager to enjoy the summer of Morro de Sao Paulo (my mom !!!),
our dear house / guest house is able to withstand the weight of so many and so many people from all parts of the world came to be accommodated here, and then yield
a crash in the last days of the glorious year,
something halfway between the exhausted marathon runner che tagli traballante il traguardo
e la macchina dei Blues Brothers a fine pellicola!
E ora, dopo tanto amore e odio, siamo finalmente rimasti da soli con lei,
e possiamo prendercene cura prima di lasciarla in altre mani, a fine mese.
Casa รจ bellissima e spande musica a tutto spiano da quando ho trasferito tutto l’impianto del Bar tra queste quattro mura ed il terrazzo.
Non ha prezzo, in certe sere, osservare il placido passeggio dei mille personaggi colorati che, in opposti flussi, percorrono la curva cui la nostra pousada fa da sponda, lungo la stradina sabbiosa che conduce dalla”favelita” al mare e viceversa.
Si sta davvero bene da queste parti, se ci si organizza un po’e non si ha excessive fear of poisonous snakes that inhabit the forests of the archipelago (not kidding!).
The point is that, despite the unavoidable daily tasks, more recently we were able to enjoy this special place, and once approaching the time to lower the damper until the end
we savor the taste of running a small guest house, to
behind one of the most popular beaches and objectively beautiful in the Northeast.
In the meantime, we allowed ourselves a few days in Barra Grande and experience about how to be embracing the beautiful, decadent Salvador de Bahia.
We are now at rest, or nearly so.
This is an evening which began with music in late 60 ':
it swings with the Doors and one firm with Chilean wine and the Beatles,
to fade late at night, with Jeff Buckley and down from there ....
while the rain keeps pouring down without any interruption,
bending everything in its path down
with the brightness of the lamps dim rua.
Giancarlo, pointing to the green hammock, a book unexpectedly
preferred a light blanket,
female security for an unusual autumn moisture;
asleep for an hour and more rocks to the sound of music of other times and suspended
,
chant his own shadow reflected in subtle
cocoon oscillating on
floor of the verandah,
flooded to the point of hosting a couple of frogs back to life after the summer heat. Tomorrow
forest behind us, now
survivors of wild speculation that does not save these places, drank
shine a green and strong, and new torrents
open a gap in the format for throwing in the waters of the Fourth praia.
And we'll throw the foot off the bed straight on the sand,
to go there to enjoy once again the sweetness and harmony of these people and places.
soon,
E.
PS: As for Gasperino,
seem right, like all
odious children, but the field still on us forward claims of independence and privacy.
Which means, of course, that lives, eats and dirty in our house, engaging in obscene on the couch! Not content
took full possession of the room No. 1,
which has the advantage of being known to be allocated next to the "was" a bar, and brings you a bit
'who or what he likes,
from their prey
hunting (pheasants and hares, not exactly, more often Cockroach, crab, flying cockroaches, etc. ..) until you come to
amorous conquests, or if you prefer.
He uses the house at will, with complete boldness, and I must say
,
with the silent acquiescence, unquestionably complicit, Giancarlo.
Unfortunately, the vet does not agree to a forced administration of Ritalin,
try with electric shock.
Gasperino On the other hand also, a bit like all of us, measuring forces with opponents bigger than him!
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