As you can see, I’m back. I hadn’t left really but I had no inspiration whatsoever. Nothing really funny or witty or even interesting happened those last three weeks or so. I was very busy at work, under a lot of pressure also, which, after thought was put on me by myself… {sigh}

I’m also back from a week holidays in south-west France. I had an absolute fantastic time!!

Women Power!!!

But I love you too Tonton

Anyway, this, just to say I’m back, and planning to post more in the coming weeks and months!

Take care.

My dear friends, let me tell you something sensible today:

The Sun, thou shalt avoid.

Indeed it’s bad. I know what I’m talking about. Cursed by a fair skin I am no stranger to sunburnts. I got my fair share, I don’t think any part of my body has been spared during those last 25 (almost 26) years.

I know very well everything of its dangers but still I burn.

Last weekend however I’ve touched the bottom (if bottom there is) of the stupidity. From now, my relationship with the Sun will never be the same ever again. Last Sunday we went to Brighton – lovely town, and decided to sat on some deckchairs we found on the beach. Not for long, just for 10-15min because we were tired (we got up at 6am this morning). Hardly suprising, we fell asleep.

Yep.

Asleep.

How more stupid can that be?!?

As a result my dear friends, I woke up BURNT! I mean burnt, burnt, burnt. The face (of course), the arms, the neck, the legs burnt, the toes (ouch!) burnt.

I’m not talking about the pain here. It hurts. A lot.

I’m talking side effects. The very, pretty, original, striking, attention-grabbing side effects.

• The glasses effect. In my case even more striking because I was wearing mask-like designer glasses. I now have (and must live with) a big white mark around my eyes and accross my face while the rest of my face is red, red, red. My boss when she saw me on Wednesday literally burst into laughing… It is that bad.
• The scabbing (yuk) effect. My nose tip and my chin are so burnt that a brownish scab is actually forming…
• The pealing effect. And I’m pealing! I’m disseminating my DNA in the whole of London. It’s terrible, it’s terrible, I not only look like a leper but it’s gross!!

To those who say I deserved it, well yeah ok. I did. To the others, thanks for your support in those troubled times.

PS: One of my colleagues actually proposed to cut me a balaclava in a Nusa Soup paper bag so, I quote: “You can hide yourself and look innocuous in the Tube back home..“

{sigh…}

I‘m back from China. After spending the last three days basically sleeping I went back to work this morning.

Tough.

Those last two weeks have been hectic: I moved flat, I got sick, I went to China, and now I’m back and it’s already the 20th April… Can’t be. Soon will be summer and then winter again!

I will tell you all about the trip to China later. Now I’m off playing the Sims

Tomorrow i’m off to Switzerland until Tuesday evening. We are to expect fresh snow and good weather, and accommodation in a 5-star hotel.

It is hard to remember that I will be working about 16 hours a day for the next 4 days- “Have fun!” said my boss. Hmm.. tough one. She probably means enjoy the skiing. That I will do!! No obligation to chat and make conversation to anyone while sliding down the slopes. I am dreading meal time though. I hope nobody will have any crazy requests.

It actually started already, one person asked if there were any way to watch Chelsea v Liverpool on Sunday afternoon – unbelievable! Well I don’t think it is possible, so problem solved!

Ok, well, have to pack now… Chusss!

“Shoop, shoop, shoop…”

Quite obviously and understandably I came back from Dublin quite exhausted. I unpacked only to re-pack for another place, I was going east this time: Switzerland.

Week-end 2: Switzerland

This trip being a business trip there had been a lot less drinking and partying. Still a lot of eating of course, never forget the essential.

And before starting the story I prefer telling you right now: I might use a couple of stereotypes here and there. And sorry about that, but YES, there are some truth in all the stereotypes I came accross.

In Switzerland, when people speak English they have the same accent as the one they have when they speak French.

In Switzerland, even the ATM are slow!

In Zurich I didn’t see much of the city because when we arrived it was dark and when we left it was snowing. There was a lake – a big lake.

In Swiss trains they make each announcement in: 1 – German, 2 – French, 3 – English in this order. I noticed they don’t have an Italian translator.

In Graubunden, the region I was in, they speak a weird language called Romansh which sounds a little bit like a mixed of French and Italian with a strong Savoy accent, which could also sound like Catalan. No need to say it was quite exotic. And Romansh is the fourth official language of Sitzerland.

One day I got all excited when I realised I could understand a local speaking Romansh in his phone only to find out that he was just speaking Italian…

In the ski resort I was visiting – that’s the “business” part of the trip, there was snow, a lot of snow and ice everywhere. I kept slipping.

In Switzerland i didn’t have the right shoes to walk in an ice environment.

In Switzerland I fell a first time while visiting a construction site – nobody saw me but a dozen of builders and they ignored me.

In Switzerland I had to hold my boss’ arm everytime we were leaving the hotel.

In Switzerland I managed to fall no more than twice. The first time a pile of snow protected me, the second time I had a big travel bag and it hurt. A lot!

The bruises I got in Switzerland can still be seen on my knees and arm.

In Switzerland I liked it.

Ok so I haven’t written for a while now, apart from yesterday’s post which has actually been standing ready to publish in my drafts folder for 3 weeks. Sorry about that, I have been really busy. And it’s not a lie. Problem is, you see, I only blog during the week-end when I write two three posts in a go, and I’ve been away for the last three week-ends.

Three week-ends away, three weeks without blogging: all makes sense now, doesn’t it?

Week-end 1: Dublin

That was officially my Graduation party and unofficially a week-end partying with my friends.

Great week-end. I forgot how bright this city is – when the sun shines! It was really amazing, freezing cold too.

In Dublin people are nice.

In Dublin I spent 4 days with my friends and that’s when I realised how much I had missed them: T and AM I’m talking about you.

In Dublin AM’s parents were there and they treated me like I was an other of their daughters, which in Italian is the equivalent of: feeding me!

In Dublin I went to the pub, just the two of us: T and I, we had burgers and Guiness surrounded by a very drunk office party and it was one of the best meal I had in ages.

In Dublin I did some shopping and it was as expensive as ever (what credit crunch?!)

Eventually, in Dublin airport I waited more than 2 hours before boarding my plane to London because the anti-ice systems weren’t working.

Some of the best piece of life happened in Dublin and go back in time I just need to pay £40 and hop into a plane. Isn’t life wonderful sometimes?

No worries I’m just off to Dublin for the week-end! And my week-end starts Wednesday evening.

Au programme:

- Graduation party

- Party

- and party

- Friends

- Shopping

- and party with friends

Byebye Baby, remember you’re my Baby when they give you the eye, nanana anananana nana, byebye Baby byebye.

Bye bye my Baby bye and bye.

It’s in Crete!!

The place is truly amazing. Beautiful and sunny, the sea in so clear you can count the grains of sand.

Look at that!!

Let’s talk about the food then: tasty, flavoured, tender, delicious, rich too… A festival for your senses!

We agreed beforehand that we were going on Sun Holidays, i.e. we won’t spend all afternoons in dusty museum and excavations, and come back home as white as a parsnip, that wasn’t the purpose at all.

We did do some cultural stuff in the end but it was kinda cool: A cruise in the Mirabello Gulf to visit an old leper colony on an island, a visit of the ruins of a Minoan city – this one was top, there was nobody in the ruins or very few people, we were there trying to guess the old pattern of the streets, which house was belonging to whom – I was Indiana Jones!!!

Yeeeha!!!

I will put some more pictures now and leave it as it is. I’ve started this post more than 2 weeks ago and it starts to be a bit of a drag now.

So here it is, Crete in pictures :

Aghios Nikolaos – The lake side

Aghios Nikolaos, the lake

Spinalonga, the leper colony

Spinalonga

Gournia

Hotel’s swimming pool

Path to the beach

It was magic…

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I don’t know if all of you had followed, but I was in Italy a couple of weeks ago for the wedding of my ex-flatmate of Dublin. The word to remember is: “wedding” – yes this is my first wedding where I’m invited as a friend of the bride/groom, in this case, the bride. It is awkward. It is so weird seeing her in her wonderful white dress, in front of the altar, so serious, so pretty. This same girl I used to see spending days in her pyjamas-a-la Bridget Jones, swearing even more than me, this girl who starts her sentences with “mon amour” (talking to me) and ends them up with “you’re such a bitch”. Yes this girl is now married and a respected woman

I can’t resist putting a picture of her and her husband, she will forgive me I’m sure.

See? How cute they are!!

Then about the wedding itself, the ceremony took place in a really nice church form the 12th century, you’ll see the pictures below and then we drove to the restaurant where we spent the afternoon eating. I’m not joking: 9 courses!!!!

Fortunately, we were having breaks between courses, when we had to… dance!! Never promise a tearful bride-to-be: “Of course, I will dance at your wedding!!!” ) I found myself dancing with everybody, a dance called “Ciapa la Gallina”… In English: “Catch the chicken”, in French: “Chope le poulet”. I let to your imagination what the steps were like…

Oh I don’t regret anything, it was great fun, but I’m not putting any videos or pictures of it, not this time.

I had a great time, we were at a table of 8, and we were all English-speakers. Despite French pride, English IS the universal language.. I had to answer quite weird questions though, the one I heard the most often was (in Italian), but she’s French, why does she speak English? To which I used to answer: I don’t know, do YOU speak French?? That was usually settling things down.

After 7 hours spent eating we finally went home leaving the newly-wed behind. From what Felicetta told me, in front of her mother and parents-in-law, in English (fortunately!!), when I said goodbye, they had plans of their own…

“My dear Felicetta I wish you all happiness you deserve. I hope you and Leo will have the most wonderful life together for a very long time!!”

Hi everybody, I’m back from my holidays!

I was in Scanzano in the province of Basilicata in the very south of Italy on the seaside. I came back last night and I’m wrecked, I would tell you all about it in a day or two.

The return to reality and job hunt is hard, you can trust me.. It was wonderful there, very hot, 40 degrees, transparent sea and burning sand. Oh and the food… Mammamia, it was so incredibly good and fresh!!