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like surfing ... Surfing USA by Albert

devastating impact of cultures and emotions that are mixed with the passing of the hours in four days ... I switched from my world to the Australian food and hospitality of Malaysia, then tapping the rhythms and Chinese final destination in Los Angeles where everything that you thought would go first, then go for another .... and you agree not to object xchè both know that nothing happens by accident. I have incredible energy on him, maybe the new American adventure keeps me awake by the time zone or maybe just the thrill to meet again two years after my father makes me feel alive. I wanted to go to a small bed & breakfast in Hollywood but a couple of nice acquaintances stqazione the bus while trying to figure out how to move, I was literally dragged in Santa Monica. It was now getting late and I had a good feeling so I took the bus unco past and all that is hostel is ... well ... who knows me well knows that I'd cut his hand rather than go to the hostel to sleep ... but this time I really had. At least I ended well, I must admit, I had to change my mind ... great .... super ... two cinemas gym swimming pool ... .. clean and colorful ... but more super center in the Pussy ... district and a short walk from the sea ... beautiful as the sun in the morning I get up and I also offer a breakfast buffet with lots of ... once done ... I take all my plates and cups and put them in front of the counter where there was a Mexican bar and systemic dry the dishes ... this looks at me with the face of those who hate you and your mustache with the period of David farm in Mooloolaba gringo ...." hey ... take is valla shit and washing in the kitchen! " Fuck I had almost forgotten that in the hostel we should not do everything alone ... I have my friends mica washers .... this was a little bit my hello. I have the whole day before it is daddy then ... backpackers and long sea ... I nenache three hundred yards that the beautiful beach that runs the coast lingo .... is black poplar heads that slide on an Ondine meters made with the brush .... like the good old sage said, the signals should never be ignored nn, and then rents the ... ... table puts the suit and get the first American riding .... pure ice mate! !! After an hour and a half times the death from hypothermia I ride right next to another ... I came out I was blue ... but the sun was warm and the joy of being back in the water was too much. There seems to have rained a few days ago and the temperature reaches 10 degrees nn the evening, but it's haunting No touching the winds then we complain a bit ... even if I miss my Perth .... I said ok ... but it will be the first and last time promised. The feeling of being alone dpo so much time living with other travelers has been incredible, on the one hand you miss all the dialogue and alchemy, on the other you are more inclined to make new acquaintances and comfortable in doing only what you want to do without ever having to account to anyone. I prefer to travel with someone, I consider it an experience to share with those who can enjoy and appreciate as a gift .... but everyone should try and test their esgenze in a solo trip ... it may be also rather nice, and sometimes you find yourself laughing at yourself as if you were making fun of someone else. After I ate a delicious Mexican dish in Venice Beach and I met a couple of movie stars I know where nn names but their faces ... I head to the airport hoping to recover the boy tribute. Imagine how we could be traveling together ... but I can not produce frames ... assaporp only the feeling of being able to hug and I hope you recognize me ...

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Always tyred mum. The beginning of my new romance




Always tyred
Mum (Mom always tired)

"wake up at 6.30. A circle in the head I squeezed her brain, according to the quality of the substance swallowed alcohol the night before. Terrible headache and I struggle to overcome feelings of guilt.
with difficulty I went to the beds of children and try to control my anxiety, singing "trallalero is Monday." We dress, while ignoring my husband sleeps. Breakfast, sandwiches, snacks, lunch.
Commissions in the morning: shopping, doctor, laundry, common bank. At 13.30 out of a small, 14.00 large. Abundant waste of half an hour, I can invest in reading. Lunch. Better a pasta sauce ready.
Tasks, I can use an after-school care. The husband, as well as sleep, work diligently. To Caesar what is Caesar's. Then dance or gymnastics, different times and different days of course. I feel like a taxi, helpful and motivated, but still a taxi. The only comments were insults and claims in the cockpit. Thank you. Meanwhile
are punctual to lessons. Usually I end up closing the last gate discount. Let's go home, her husband, on the unusable. sofa. Touches us the usual stuff.
Report this point, as the chimes of Big Ben, the hour of bedtime. Feed the orcs, put to bed, I just have to sit on the couch. I'm not hungry anymore, I prefer the intoxicating alcohol, although it is a healthy and has over twenty years of yoga.
It is not for a dick. Every night, every other day, consecrated to me the bottle good drinker, not yet an alcoholic, just because I keep the rhythm. "

This could be the opening words of the story of an ordinary day of every mother and wife, a dual role explosives capable of destroying any wonder women who dare to challenge the postmodern sacred and blessed institution-grandmother's nanny, because no or only for ringworm and comes to life, stuck in a marriage contract for use Capion, a husband with non-returnable container. A "Mom always tired" that did not need or desire for a permanent job, with hours and salary, but the arc of twenty-four hours fully available to the children and the needs of her husband, not even cash a € and above all without social security. A woman hopelessly tied to the present time point, with no opportunity to plan a nice evening with friends, a simple output to the movies, not to mention a better future. This group of women ranging from 30 to 40/45 years, are no longer the little girls, many have married late, fortunately, giving us joy and happiness until the last moment, until the last step of the church or town hall where, if the Providence had intervened in time making them tumble down the stairs, perhaps these women would still be today, but only to avoid deliberately sardonic grin with the bouquet released by best friend, but fall into the trap for them recklessly.
These "mothers always tired," (from now on will be defined so maybe just "mothers' need for short) are the protagonists of this book, with their adventures, their thoughts and their dreams, almost always broken . A book that is revealing of a hidden reality, but not non-existent, a genuine complaint the benefit of all those mothers who do not have the courage, but above all the time, to reveal their suffering, their labors of Hercules, which maybe it will not longer feel so terribly alone, abandoned and alien to the real world.
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The ugliest story. The finals!






Here's the full list:

1st - SIMONE Ghelli, with PARIS - 163 points!
2nd - Warriors and Tagliamonte, with Bach - 153 points
3rd - Leonardo Baptists, with the rich - 152 points

4th - Carlo Sperduti, with a letter delivered by hand to a girl - 144 points
5th - Gianpaolo Castellano, with Future History - 142 points
6th - Lorenz De Bor, with the arms of an octopus - 141 points
7th - Daniela Rindi, with APOLOGIA - 133 points
8 ° - Roberta Angeloni, with the Statue Bernina - 119 points
9 th - Angelo Zabaglia with WE WERE - 110 POINTS
10 ° - Dezi Alexander, with EVEN WITH A SLIGHT ADVANCE - 109 points.

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Santa ...... forgive the bad guys like me! By Alberto

Here I am sitting here at seven in the morning on the wooden table from the sun ruined the garden of my house, at dawn on my last day in Australia, the temperature is already perfect and I'm trying to force myself to find out something special to convey through this blog. Then I wonder what could be more special in the life of an inveterate dreamer, if not to live every day like Christmas . That childish feeling of waking up in the morning and know, to be sure that someone has put something under the tree, when you know that every day of your life is a gift to be discarded with an attached note signed "anonymous" calls you only to make that gift a little bit special. The weather seems to be flown, is a common phrase that every time brings with it a little sadness that x is gone, but for me it is an incentive to live the present with greater intensity.

The day I arrived in Melbourne marked the end of a physical and mental journey that saw me and re-build my horizons and my knowledge. The way I live and interact with people ... they are always the same egocentric and megalomaniac ..... what the Australians call a "show pony", but I learned a lot along this journey and I am happy to be back sometimes to consider aspects of the first things that I would not even worthy of note. That's my nature brought me back to Perth, the city where I spent more time in these years and the place that makes me feel more myself and at the same time makes me want to improve. I should be here to party, according to many, but instead I asked for that party .... I need when the friends I've known over the past two years continue to call and be heard, people who have loved me give their presence at this moment a little bit special, what do I need when traveling the friend with whom I shared everything and I finally said goodbye and left the implementation of other dreams, falls back in front of my house after he recrossed the 'Australia by air, just to embrace me once again .... I do not think have never enjoyed so much in my life, these last few weeks I just relaxed, listening to the scent of the missing friends and family ... cultivating my passion and giving a reason for all this good fortune that has followed me constantly my journey.

E 'was just talking with friends and listening to their opinions and impressions that something is born in me. After being prompted by my father, to meet and take a trip along the way of my return, I was simply placed on a safe idea. Being in America, in Los Angeles and drive into the United States at a time in Chicago along the legendary route 66 "and even then on to New York. When I was talking with friends, I saw all super excited and super happy for my first trip to touch Italian soil. What makes me happy and after buying the guidance of 'America I started to plan my moves a little. Once booked flights to LA and the return flight from NY to Venice, I had more than a month to exploit them in half to build a trip through the States. various maps and maps in hand nn could not decide how to proceed, the days nn fit, the design of this trip I was exhausted, even the night I dreamed for which city would be better to go for nn losing sights. The day I decided to book the car and fix some of the stops and go to the parks, something has happened ... my credit card refused to pay ... and I was stuck with the feeling of being late x the whole book. The next day I went to the bank and tried to fix everything, I tried to book again and again gave my card numbers, but he paid nn. I had to relax a bit and see how I could proceed with these technical problems .... I called Mat and went surfing with a friend of ours who was about to leave for South America .... talking about my travel plans , were both excited and as we said goodbye Matt made a joke that I went to America to make viaggione but that I failed to go to that place where it all began ...... Nn we did in the case and how much each trip, you can nn always see everything ... so I went to breakfast with Peter, the Pope of Jessica, which in turn was about to leave the same day to go for a while you surf on the East Coast as we talked once again .... of my journey of my intentions, telling me that time had gone to America to surf at that .... the place where it all began .... where in the period between December and March all the dreams of direct a surfer ....

Nn I could resist, I had tried to decide at a table, but once again No I was able to choose a journey, but it was he who chose me. As I walked back home under the sun, I felt lighter and relieved ... the joke of Matthew's story of Peter and detonate bombs in my thoughts of happiness .... as I now knew what was the path to follow. The coast to coast across America is something mythical, a route has become a myth that many people dream of making a day in the life .... but nn was my dream ... for me it was just a trip to be programmed.

With a smile ricercai flights and in a few hours I was upset, what is the dream of everyone across America, turning it into my dream ...

I left open internet with the flights to be confirmed .... I wanted to make and receive the benefits of an idea created by the arrival of signals ... I went and watched a concert and fireworks on the beach I thought that probably nothing could be more perfect. I was alone and happy as he once again incaminavo that day I found my way home ... open internet, I confirmed all flights and the credit card was super happy to complete each transaction. At that time they also knocked on the door and I saw Kate x the first time. I was pleased, excited and tremendously happy .... I made my mother of my dreams when he came to visit, making travel in my own way, according to his needs but not caring about its limitations for me are mental obstacles put them eg only be broken one day. aparte about love ... and have always felt thanks for the wonderful momentti passed .... now I'm making my father's part of my dream, after I finished my trip with him, and that I touched the majority of ; most amazing historical sites of the surf in the world ... you will realized how I have lived in recent years and will have a different view of a child who has never known quite possibly nn nn that has never refused to help at every opportunity. Tomorrow I will take my first trip to Kuala Lumpur, where I would have liked to see the Petronas Tower ... and when I talk with friends about my new journey, I see them proud and that light eyes that only those who know they face a dream come true may have.

Papy Met our new tour:

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We meet in Los Angeles where we will try to meet some celebrities in Hollywood, then head north through the surf coast through Santa Barbara, Santa Cruz to San Francisco where we will stay a few days to relax in front of the magnificent views.

We fly to Las Vegas then maybe diventimao millionaires casino and then drive through the Grand Canyon and Monument Valley and then back to Vegas where instead of the machine eg cross, we have another flight direction Honolulu Hawaii ... I'll take you to see the place where it all comes from the modern surf and experience the famous Hawaiian winter season ... apparently where the waves are always available and all the professionals are there waiting .... After a

settimanina sparimao us another Voletta that will take us through Seattle and then Our final stop in New York .... ... the big apple ....

So I finished my tour of the virtual world, touching all continents and surfing the best waves of the world including Australia, Indonesia, California and Hawaii

Goodbye Australia Have a G'day .. . c ya soon!

Welcome on board!!

Ps hope that Santa Claus is nn get tired of stealing gifts all year.

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evening dedicated to Fabrizio De André. Friday, February 18th hour 21:00 to 23:30
Location: Mangiaparole
Manlio Capitol Street 7 / 9 (Metro Furio Camillo) Rome

readings from the fourth volume of the series Undiciparole, "In The Wind", anthology of short stories inspired by the free Lyrics De André.
will also presented the novel "All we lived barely" by A. Dimartino (PerroneLAB) and "Orange Peel" by G. De Donno (PerroneLAB)

stories freely inspired by the songs of Fabrizio De Andrè

was quick our farewell. I turned around and left. I thought I was in music while still imagine your lips and your breath whispering over his forehead one last song. I've turned around and you did not stop. There was a crowd that day, by the way, the sun was shining and I was looking for the silence and shadow, and a wall to lean on to let out the tears and still retain your voice and the thin lines of your face, the hair that you slipped over his eyes and your hands went up to bring them back. Continue a journey that started from a distance and went over a line that I could not pass. I had only one way to start, and I wondered how I would have saved by your absence, who would have listened to my aid.

Fabrizio is one of the few artists able to reconcile people age, very different backgrounds and experiences. And this is even more surprising because it happens ten years after his untimely death. Each of us has had to overcome the awe of a person of absolute value of the Italian music scene. Yet, although difficult, the choice of songs inspired by Fabrizio has left an immense freedom to each. The freedom that is inspired by the melodies and words that combine different sensibilities and approaches to writing.

Tales: Francesca D'Arrigo, Andrea Masotti, Dirce Scarpello, Constantine the Fourth, Jane Astori, C. D'Agostino, Vanessa Banfi, Diego Di Dio, Anna Trevale, Monica Means, Lita Cassisa, Rosalia Messina Arianna Lattisi, Alberta Maria Fiorino, Daniel Rindi, Alberto Caprara, Trap Jaw Stefano, Anna Rita Rappa, Lucia Sallustio.

All illustrations Tiziana D'Este.

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worse. the final!


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Here the ten finalists!



Believe me, there was no easy task to choose the songs received the ten ugliest stories Attending awaited final. But at the end of a long, serious and merry analysis of the texts were selected jewelry ten, ten focus of crap, ten wonderful pens that have not only been able to put pen to paper his intellectual mediocrity (and sometimes even moral), not only had the stomach to not delete similar pearl once woefully aware of the freak birth, but they also had the great courage to participate in this contest. One thing is certain, or is it rare writers, because they have a remarkable ability to laugh at themselves, or players (alas, too rare) frustrated by the excessive prices of the books cover, they would do anything, even public humiliation, if only to buy, read, own and keep as treasures just some of the finest books of literary history. In both cases, there is no doubt, these brave heroes.

Here are the names of the finalists and a short excerpt from the text read during the evening of the final, public attention in the audience who will vote and elect at its sole discretion the worst story of the evening, and therefore the winner:


Roberta Angeloni, The fountain by Bernini:
- "You, my sweetest love, that I met on the bridge dressed in eternity that led to the streets. Cerulean were, my love, in awkward movements."

Leonardo Battisti, The Hedgehog:
- "Nature, in short, basked in its perfection, the one that tried to contaminate humans for centuries with their stupid selfishness."

Gianpaolo Castellano, Future History:
- "Look, Kit, I finally understood: Pegasus after the mission I have not only killed my turn to be able to kill a day."

Lorenzo De Bor, in the arms of an octopus:
- "As expected picks, pulling me towards her pants oh God no ... Yeah ... her hand slips inside my pants, panic. "

Dezi Alexander, even with a slight advance:
-" I smiled, turning to the side. I always enjoy the fantasies of children ... ".

Simone Ghelli, Paris:
-" followed by the greetings, explanations. We eat and observe all the rituals of cleaning before going to bed. "

Andrea Warren and Patricia Tagliamonte, Bachata:
-" That time when we danced in two but it seemed to me because you were three feet Picciche drunk on vodka sweetened one of pasticchetta Estasy Lee ... .. oh. "

Daniela Rindi, Apology:
-" No Jesus, you show too clearly that you never cared for young people and demonstrate good your absolute disregard for what they dragged me to court. "

Carlo Sperduti, Letter:
-" Do you realize that this moment has already passed, that no longer exists ? Do you realize that everything that we did not exist and not exist? "

Zabaglia Angelo, we were:
-" I realize that the case was put on the stereo to put something I said do not you dance away to the Caribbean and trigger group, but those Songs that make you stand up electric travel even hear the wind caresses the sand and raises the purity of his hand. "


Want to know how far they were able our authors to go into these ten extraordinary opprobrium? Want to find out who will live in the coveted prize and the title of author of the story more ugly? Flocked to miss this evening, you will vote and decide the winner!
We look forward to Thursday, February 24 at 21:30 at the Hula Hoop Club (via LF De Magistris 91/93 Rome, Pigneto area). Admission is free with card (2 €).
And above all ...

to win ... THE WORST!

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a fantastic life by David

The life of the traveler is not always simple thing. You are constantly in motion, never stable, everything happens suddenly and you have to be ready to welcome you, good and bad that is, what you find on the road. Here it rains on your head for days, then the sun will dry and warm, fall in the dust and you get dirty then clean up the wind. Every day is a different life lesson, every day is pure experience and skin that burns or you gently caress you you have to feel and try on your skin, you have to live fully to understand the core. When you travel every day is a lifetime. Are born at dawn, loaded powerful, positive and ready for anything and you die at dusk, with a smile, knowing have given all of yourself to make that day / one life to live again, and before going to sleep gently and you realize what a hug, a caress, a kiss as passionately, a laugh or a shout, a wave, a sunset or a gust of hot wind in their simplicity are immense gifts, a unique value you bring inside your bag and always reuse them in hard times, loneliness and darkness.
The life of the traveler is not always very easy. She will head, play with you, test your physical strength and emotional. She leads you away from your dear, old friends, and your habits and you are thrown into the street, on your legs, your arms and wearing a large abstract dream. Every journey begins with one step, but trust me, it is not easy then everyone else. As you'll be surrounded by people, are in reality only with yourself and even if the effort is immense and great sacrifices, in the end you're glad that it is so, knowing that every drop of sweat, every tear, every scratch on the heart helps shape, helping to build an armor of experience on your shoulders, to be used one day to break more easily problems and obstacles you encounter on your journey.
Life Traveller is not always simple thing at the bottom but it teaches a lot and overcome the early stages of "growth" where every hit is really bad, everything turns positive and the store "instructions for life" has become very funny . For example, in this experience I have known a brother who did not know then I have known the ocean and her daughters, then I learned a new language, true friendship and I knew that term, I tried the classic "night stand" and the couple's relationship, I cheated, I knew the engine of my van in great detail, I learned that you can build a wall on the day and serve the table in the evening if we really care about, I discovered that even small things are better done with passion, I realized that many need to be heard and I love it, I learned that you're from and then come all the way back interest, I knew my grandparents in Australia, I felt that if you're gentle with the shit, then after a while it becomes less asshole, I saw that although it was exhausting, you can quit smoking, I met with the sense of true freedom, purity and passion for life, I tried on the skin death, I learned that patience really is the virtue of the strong and also that who has satisfied, I get pissed off that counts for nothing, but every now and then run away, I had my mother and sister in his arms and I was fine, I learned to wash the dishes in unexpected places, I discovered that all is lost but left in some cases it is wise to listen to advice, I discovered a passion for tattoos, I understand that money does not bring happiness, but if I had so many I would not be sad, I discovered the beauty of express my own emotions in a diary every day, I met Fabio Volo, I learned how to collect and clean the coconut, strawberry and pineapple, I felt the loneliness and I liked it, I realized that no matter what camera you have, no matter who to shoot then I realized that if I had a better car would be much better, I met my cousin, I came to the conclusion I like to cut my hair dick, I saw that even with a tight jeans and a stylish shoe is comfortable, I discovered that I cook a lot more than I thought, I realized I never left you some love but above all that friendship, the real one, has a unique power, I discovered that there are many kinds of love and I love that at least four people at the same time, I saw As a meter away and can be qunato 20.000km nothing, I met Paulo Coehlo, I saw how hard everyday life without you who filled it, I learned that music is a great travel companion and memories, I realized that certain things you can never have it as you want but no one can stop you hold your breath until death, I saw that if you deserve it, people make sacrifices for you, I learned how good I really want to ever mother, my father and my sister, I learned from my mistakes and those of others, I learned to appreciate what I have and what I built, I have known true happiness, I realized that each of us has an energy different within themselves, I really learned that you never stop learning, I saw that if you follow your heart is easily mistaken for a living and achieve their dream is to live really, no matter how difficult that is, satisfied and really makes Falicia.
The life of the traveler is not at all what is basically simple but wonderfully life.

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PERTH AND THE FINAL COUNTDOWN by Albert

It took a while to get used to the heat of Perth, nn only in the sense of friendship but also in the real heat here ... scorching temperatures that reach 40 ..... that was what we wanted to instill after the rains and freschino Melbourne. Nn I stop now even more about each party that are involved and the new knowledge that you do, who follows the blog knows by now that style of life in this hemisphere is composed of all this, that there is a weekend without mine photonics, an evening or a boring day spent doing nothing. It is also the thing I like most about Australia, if you're bored is why you decided. You have dozens of opportunities to do what you want ....

With this in mind in these last two weeks my thoughts have started to keep me awake at night. The main reason why I left Italy was this great dream to live and travel in this continent .... I wanted to see the kangaroos and surf at sunset ... I wanted to lead to exhaustion and sleep under the starry sky over the my life .... I wanted to prove to myself that this must not remain a dream forever. Those who know me know what I'm talking about ... my life was rather normal until a couple of years ago .... home, work, car, motorcycle, girlfriend, holidays .... grew up in a family No one has ever made me miss anything, the difficulties I often had to face were mostly simple cases of life .... but nevertheless, my biggest challenge was to look in the mirror in the morning and say that sooner or later I had to give up my dream. So according to many I could be happy even in Italy, the classic phrase that we now feel we repeat travelers to the bitter end "what do you think, if you have problems or running away from something you'll be happy even there No ".... .. Now we smile over .... and humbly apologize.

You were right all of you who were saying this .... you were right because sometimes follow a dream can only become a disguise to get away from the problems and try to put our heads in the sand holding my breath, hoping that when it re-emerges there are no more. Going on this adventure for me was the most apt of the world, maybe somebody can follow me nn at this point, turn to say that I nn I knew if I was running or not ... everyone told me it was fucked up and than live like a gypsy for two years you could certainly see some beautiful places but at what price. Well .... here in the end I understood what my problems.

In my whole life to me nn my family is always present.

When I was a kid and I went in I never cried colony nn x homesick if I went around for more than a few days with friends or sleeping I never felt the need to call home when I went on vacation if I kimono their otherwise good No I would never have done. The moment I moved to Emilia, return once a month was what I had imposed on it and what I weighed nn, nn but I would not even return ongi weighed three .... No I never made a meaningful gift anyone has of my cousins \u200b\u200band some even have been a lot of nos ... me and my brother Veronica that I even gave the name nn almost know what to say. With my father and my mother by phone but there is much talk in the last two years I think I called them once on skype my own free will, moreover, had always had them make me feel wanted. I could adare forward three days to list aspects of my life that have made me a perfect uncaring.

But now something has changed ... now I just got uh .... now I'm happy inside ... nn nn that before you were, but now I know what made me dream away from home. I know that after three times I saw my mother shoot himself 25 hours by plane alone to visit me and see it up on a motor launch on the streets of Bali with a surfboard tied to the side ... she must ' be really happy to see me ..... I know that my father who has never traveled nn in his life, he thought that Skype was the name of a singer and I was bored doing everything to make me understand that if I wanted he could help me in every way to find a job just to build me a life after two years ... so that nn I see it, one day I heard him say ok we are booking a ticket in America we do coast to coast in the States ...... he must be really happy to see me again, I think No one thing has never believed this fatibile. My sister, super chick, that even the GPS goes to the machine no more than thirty miles from home ... never traveled alone or known someone who spoke his language nn .... one day I had the idea of send home one of the best things that ever happened to me in Australia ... and I sent Jessica a friend .. when I received the news that day were written before his arrival and continued to do so ... even after I knew it was just a matter of time .... before departed from his credit card to pay for a plane ticket to London for her .... I'm sure that was pure happiness.

Well now, after all they took a plane to me after I've driven, surfed, sailed and was drunk and I have met wonderful people of all nationalities making friends nn that I never imagined could exist beyond those of ' adolescence .... I just turned down the offer of sponsorship that would allow me to easily obtain residency here in Australia. No I did not because I like to live here ... unlike many other travelers I've been a lucky in my experience ... this has earned the name "backpacker luxury" because we have always sought the best and we have always received more ...

Only I want to return to base with my wealth of experience and new ideas ... I miss my family, I want to know a cousin who I have never seen nn and find the people who made me feel loved even if 15000km away ... now it's my turn to take the plane.

But before we close with a flourish with the journey of life I'm coming U.S. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Papy prepared you demolish it!!