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Hawaii's lifestyle Inglese / Italian

We landed after a six-hour flight over the Pacific during a storm, the idea of \u200b\u200boff the plane and be greeted by Hawaiian girls you decorate with garlands of flowers has become a reality ..... for those who had The all inclusive package at the Hilton. The poor without the traveler "package" we help eachother with high hopes and we go looking for the shuttle to the hotel booked through booking.com. Finally, I would say, again, hot ... 25 degrees beautiful evening and thirty day EIT our fun days.
I waited a week after my arrival on the island of O'ahu x have a complete picture of the place and try to riuassumere at once all my impressions. Do not bore you away telling you what's cool here, how beautiful tropical fish, sea beds and palm trees that form the backdrop to turquoise water that reflects the mountains of the rainforest. All this you already know, these are the Hawaii. What I would look forward to while you read this is what this island do not know. And 'how people look at you at first glance, such as your name, what you respect. Obviously the impact of people has always been bland and never long for the simple reason that traveling with my father also had to meet his needs and after two years of pure surf in Australia was not the case of pushing it ruin your holiday places where you can breathe, you talks and looks just the surf. We always mediated situations from which he brought out the best. People were one of the things I was most taken aback, almost a tidal wave of Asians. Japponesi especially, I thought that after they attacked Pearl Harbour you forgive they are doing by coming here in droves on vacation, bringing wealth. And the Hawaiians themselves are part of the island cultures of the South Pacific. They are practically Thaitiani with oriental features. I walk the streets to find myself in front of these guys with the classic tattoo maori samoa .... and I remain stunned by the beauty of the girls. Long hair, dark eyes, dark skin blacks and curves ... wow! Then we
in 2011 and then you find that Americans have moved sempicemente university students or tourists who have decided to pull warm.
But there is another species that wander around the island waiting for his x appear at the right time. Hawaii surfing is not like other places in the world where I have been chasing waves before . Here everything is asleep, the sea is calm, and shops in the street, you just go into the villages of campaign events from this strange species, are starting to call you "bro" and treat you like a normal person. You're no longer a tourist on vacation in Waikiki ... when you pass the boundary of the North Shore ... Here the concept of life is based on the sea, their beliefs, their God and their strength comes from the power of the ocean. There are no hotels, there is no beach, there are restaurants nn. Like the first Polynesians arrived aboard their canoes after I crossed the Pacific and not knowing how to overcome the reef they invented this slide on the waves to reach the beaches ... it's as if all the villages here live in a ' suspended atmosphere behind the reef to wait. To see their photos, their art and their ways of life made their homes small businesses run by people who do not have another purpose in life if you treat yourself nn a meeting with his god. We immediately made aware of how what I was accustomed to seeing as a sport, here becomes a mystical experience. Since the first surfer better known for having ridden the waves of the North Shore for fun, the Duke of him ... after tens and hundreds of other small then some men decide each year during the winter season to sit on the shores of Haleiwa , Waimea, Sunset Beach and Pipeline ... waiting for their moment of trial. There are times when not enough to be surfers, no need to be muscular and even more no matter who you are and what you do in life . When he gets the "swell" in these parts is about 20ft (6metri) wave when is small up to normal 30ft (9-10m ).... waves breaking on rocky outcrops and you almost shut over the head with the power of a moving train. When you find yourself in the face of this show and you decide to go to sea ... the only thing that matters is what you believe. But we really need to believe it ... then the sea will do the rest. Direct to the lineup and try to hunt one of these monsters is to put their lives on the edge ... while watching the wall that stands up under you and think you need to get off, you begin to think that it is physically impossible challenge that strength ... if in the end you realize you've made it, the only thing you hear is that you want to do it again and more ...

These are the phrases and stories of those who have experienced these experiences, who has become a legend thanks to his achievements of those who died under the power of those waves, and who at eighteen she won the competition of the year riding those trains .... I unfortunately or luckily I have not had a chance to see even the shadow of these epic storms ... I had to make do with the atmosphere of expectation sitting with them on the sand .... and it's only when you see them all in water, form a circle and join hands shouting the names of all those epic waves from those paragraphs that are returned ... mi considero fortunato a non essere stato presente....per il semplice fatto che io...ci credo.

Aloha







After six hours flying over the stormy pacific, we landed in hawaii, and the idea of recieving a necklace of flowers from local girls was finally really... for the people who were staying at the hilton hotel. For us poor travelers, without an all inclusive booking, we could nothing but our hopes to go and try to find the shuttle to the hotel that we had booked on booking.com. Finally hot weather again, 25 beautiful degrees at night and 30 during the day, giving our relaxing days a nice touch.





I waited a week after i landed in O’hau before to write this post because i wanted to be able to express all my emotions and feeling in one big post.



I’m not going to bore you by telling how beautiful it is here, the tropical fishes, diving, palms that are the background of a deep tourquoise water, wherein mountains reflect themselves, smiling to the sun with the rain forest.. You already Know this…damn, this is Hawaii. What you probably don’t Know, and what i’d love to share with u is how the locals look at u at first, how they call you, how they respect u. Obviously i couldn’t have a long interaction with them considering i’m travelling with my dad, who doesn’t speak english at all and has his abits to respect. I couldn’t take him to surf everyday when he barely Knows how to swim, and i couldn't pretend he waited for me on the beach for hours, but we still found good things to anyway, completing it all with a touch of healthy surf. In this place where you can breath, speak and see only surf.



I was impressed at first by the quantity of japanese on the island. I thought they were asking forgivness after the attack on pearl harbour by bringing money to the islands….but the Hawaiian people are part of the south pacific island culture,.. they are very similar to Tahitian people but then their faces have a faint brush of asian in them... I’m walking on the street and i see this massive Maori tattoo on awesome guys and girls with long dark hair, black eyes and curves…wowowowowow!!!



Then we r in 2011 so u can find everything here, from a student, to retired americans or a tourist who liked the place and so moved here in the heat of the moment.



But there is another species of people around the island, someone who’s waiting for his moment to show up. In Hawaii surf is not like anywhere else in the world i’ve been before. Everything seems to slip here, the sea is calm. In the shops and in the country villages made by these people, they call u folks or bro and u feel like a normal person. You are not anymore a tourist on holiday in waikiki where u go over the border of the North shore. Here the concept of living is based on the sea, their beliefs,.. their power arrives straight from the ocean. There isnt hotesls here, nothing on the beach, no restaurants. Its like when the first Tahitians arrived here, when to avoid the reefs for getting to the beach they invented how to surf with their canoe. It is like everyone is living a suspended life, waiting behind a reef.



Looking at their art, their pictures, at their business and houses, listening to their story…it is like everyone is waiting to meet their god. I realized quickly that here surf is not how i have always looked at it…here it is not a sport… here it is a meeting With your own god. Surf becomes here a mystical experience. Since The first who surfed for fun…Duke…after him hundreds and thousands of people decide every year during the winter season, to sit the north shore’s beaches like Haleiwa, Waimea, sunset, Pipeline…to wait their meeting. Sometimes, There are moments When being a surfer is not enough , doesn’t matter if u have muscles or what u do for a living... When the swell comes in this side of the world we are talking about 20 feet at least but usually 30ft waves braking into a shallow reef and close on your head With the power of a running train. When you are in front of this amazing show…the Only thing that matters is what u believe in and how much. The sea will do the rest. Going to the lineup trying to catch a monster like that is like to put your life on the line ….while you are watching the rising wall underneath, you think how is it possible to make it and deal with that power…if at the end u realize that u made it…the Only thing u want is to do it again and again….



These are only the feelings and stories of people who lived it, of the people who become legends for their achievements here, of the people who died under this power, or the experiences of an eighteen year old who won one of the biggest contests on the island dealing with those waves







Unfortunately i wasn’t there when the swell was…i never saw these epic waves….but i was happy sitting with the locals on the beach, waiting and hearing their stories….and only When u see them in the water, making a circle and holding Each other's hands, yelling the names of Those Who Did not Come back from the waves ... only then ... You Understand

It Was Probably lucky i wasn't there .. When Were These waves



... because ... i believe ....

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Second week in New Zealand by David

Wow. What am I instinctively head as I relive my mind this second week is WOW. The land that became quickly step on more solid and secure, the walls around me started to become a home and initially feeling that was not exactly the best is slowly changing and is changing every day. Precisely March 3 is something special happened, someone has shaken the line of my destiny, something has given a boost to my own experience. At 10 I stood, cold shower, two eggs Toase on and off to be swallowed again by the city. But my impression has been that people seemed to really look at me and smiled in a different way, seemed to get everyone to feel my inner radiance that frankly I was also struggling to conceive. I was full, powerful and positive. I went to the post office to send documents and serenity in the column while I was there, immersed in my thoughts, I noticed this girl sitting on the benches waiting staring at me. We exchanged a smile. After about 3 minutes I was sitting at a table nearby and while writing the various addresses and talked with these two guys from Uruguay 'she approached, I left a note on the table with name and number and a smile is gone. Her name is Eve, I write sitting on the sofa in her living room at this time. He offered me the house, washing machine, shower, a company without asking anything in return. I feel lucky.
Saturday morning, another good day. At 9 o'clock I was standing, cold shower, 2 eggs on toast and under a heavy rain, I headed to the car market. I noticed right away. He was there last week but also cost twice as much. I approached, I studied, listened to, I tried to pull out of all my experiments to understand that life had lived up to that time. I tried it. I talked to. I traded, and yes, I bought it. (Subaru Legacy 1996, 260.000km, 2500cc petrol, 4WD, superwagon, forest green, $ 1600) Now we are together, is called "diotestradora. It 's my new machine, my new girlfriend, fellow traveler and chat, she is my new home. After some work and a lot of cleaning of accommodation we are almost ready to go. I feel lucky.
Monday evening, a spectacular evening. Last week I contacted Roselyn's sister, Sylvia (our grandmother Perth) and I got the impression that, like her sister was really a nice person but I did not imagine so. At 7 I was in one of the most beautiful houses I've ever seen, with a cold beer in hand, facing a breathtaking view of the city among people from unspeakable kindness and friendliness. We ate fresh fish, drinking good wine and dialogue of life with peace of mind. I was filled with good information, advice and tips on this island who are now even more curious to find out, gave me a blank suitable for when surfers in these cold waters and a ton of delicious homemade cake to be enjoyed during the trip. I think I thanked them a million times but not enough to, so people deserve better. Roselyn, Paul, Adam, thank you very much. I feel lucky.
And the question that resounds in my head is: "Can it really be just luck?"
probably will be absent for a while, I wander on the road and plunge into the wild. You again soon.



Wow. What instinctively Appears in my head if I relive in my mind this second week is WOW. Quickly Became the ground more solid and secure, the walls around me started to Become a home and the first feeling That It Was not the best is gently changed and is changing Every Day. Something Special Happened March 3, someone has shaken the line of my destiny, something has given a boost to my own experience. At 10 o'clock i was awake, cold shower, two eggs on toas and out to be swallowed again by the city. I don't know what was but my impression has been that people seemed to really look at me and smiled in a different way, seemed  everyone could feel my inner  energie that was difficult to understand also for me. I was full, powerful and positive. I went to the post office to send documents. I was there, immersed in my thoughts,. I noticed this girl sitting on the benches waiting looking at me. We exchanged a smile. After about 3 minutes i was sitting at a table not far and while writing the various addresses and talked with these two guys from Uruguay she approached, she left a note on the table with name and number and she left smiling. Her name is Eve, I writing sitting on the sofa in her living room right now. He offered me the house, washing machine, shower, company without ask anything in return. I feel lucky.

Saturday morning, an other good day. At 9 o'clock I was standing, cold shower, 2 eggs on toast and under a heavy rain, i went to the car market. I noted her immediately. She was there last week but the price was twice. I approached her, I studied her, i listened to her, I tried to pull out all my experience to understand which kind of life had lived up to that time. I tried her. I talked to her. I traded, and yes, I bought her. (Subaru Legacy 1996, 260.000km, 2500cc petrol, 4WD, superwagon, forest green, $ 1600) Now we are together, is called "diotestradora". It 's my new car, my new girlfriend, traveler and chat mate, she is my new home. After some works and a lot of cleaning  we are almost ready to go. I feel lucky.

Monday evening, a spectacular evening. Last week I contacted Roselyn's. She is Sylvia's sister (our grandmother of Perth). I got the impression that, like her sister, she was really a nice person but I did not imagine that much. At 7 i was in one of the most beautiful houses I've ever seen, with a cold beer in my hand, in front of an amazing view of the city, among people with indescribable kindness and friendliness. We ate fresh fish, drinking good wine and dialogue of life with peace of mind. I was filled with good information, advice and tips on this island that  now i'm even more curious to discover, they gave me a wetsuit for when i will surf in these cold waters and a ton of delicious homemade cake to be enjoyed during the trip. I think i thanked them a million times but i feel is never enough to people like this who deserve the best. Roselyn, Paul, Adam, thank you very much. I feel lucky.

And the question that i have got in my head is: "Can it really be just luck?"

Probably i will be absent for a while. I'll wander on the road and i'll plunge myself into the wild. Talk with you again soon.

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Route 66 along the deserts of Arizona .... up to the Grand Canyon and Monument Valley by Albert

We knew that we were a little stretched as time, Vegas was the only stage where I wanted to embed some things on my list of things to see in life could not miss. After a more psychedelic seratona in the city, we tripped the alarm at five and a half and pointed the hood toward the desert along Route 66 up to the Grand Canyon. I was super motivated gone, now the nn distances are a thing so terrible after a complete revolution in Australia. The hearing to David the night before had put me in a good mood, knowing that a friend is going through his personal legend with energy and happiness, had given me the urge to drive to mttermi Sren with some good music. After five hours of driving my face that I fell down from his sleep and I placed my co-pilot at the helm. Straight road and navigation set, another hundred miles to starboard and then turn right and another two hundred until our first stop in Grand Canyon Village. I fell asleep like a baby, a sleep so deep that I even dreamed of riding in Trigg Point in Perth. When I opened my eyes, the old man looks at me with smile and asked me what was on the Faina, which was to take the exit on the left because he had not seen. In my view there was fog, my mouth was slurred and his right leg informicolata to the point that it could be to another person. My internal compass had the alarm turned on, the map and time confirmed my suspicions. My father had driven an hour and ten in the wrong direction. Doing a little calculation we were one hundred and forty kilometers after the point where we should turn. E 'was nice of him not want me to wake up despite the doubt of where to go, just a father's love can justify the fact that he was looking for a freeway exit on the left, when of course as in all the world autodtrade you exit right and then you hijack the exits in the direction we must follow. I decided that after seeing him get lost in all the hotels that Simao went and took me almost in Hutah Those who now call the Compass! However, all those hours in the car, CERTAME are worth it when we stopped the car in the snow and there Simao overlooking what was probably the most ambitious vision that my eyes have ever seen. Woooow, Nos could not even focus on one hundred percent. Incredible and beautiful, even bush was speechless. Having traveled the South rim, ie the path that runs south of the Canyon, I then focused on and through Cameroon to Page Sinama where the next morning went for a tour of the immense dam built in the sixties. Another show considering the geographic location, that is among the purest of Indian lands in the desert of red rock that made me feel "at home Australia". Another shiver down the science when we appeared before the first typical formations of Monument Valley. The spirit of the trip was being felt and it was impossible to realize how nn although we had seen and seen again on TV titti those places, there is always something else. Calmly take the way back to Vegas ... even Bush is back at the helm .. but this time three hundred miles in a straight line ... I slept with one eye open the stoesso. I was disappointed not to have a lot tmepo to devote to the culture of Native Americans, we passed through their lands and had lunch with them and I had a thousand chidere thing. For this time I'm happy to have tasted their food, their smiles and so different that way they dress, wear jewelry, and n talk to nearby tables. Maybe I'll have another chance to meet them one day, for momemnto I have to settle for having breathed the excitement of a journey through timeless routes leggendarie.   





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We knew we only had a short time in Vegas and I wanted to fit in all the things that were on my list of things to see at least once in my life... So after a huge night in one of the most psycho cities in the world, the alarm rang at 5.30am... We put the car in drive and headed to the desert, along route 66, to the grand canyon.





I was very motivated early in the morning (the distances don't scare me anymore after a whole loop of Australia) and I had heard from David the night before. Knowing he was living his personal dream had put me in the right mood to drive,with a bit of good music on. After five hours of driving, my face was coming off and i was falling asleep at the wheel, so my dad started to drive. I gave him the directions; it is a big straight road for a 100km, turn left when it indicates, and then it is another 200km till the canyon. Easy. especially with a set gps.



I slept like a baby. I slept so deeply that I dreamt i was surfing at trigg point in perth. When i opened my eyes my dad was looking at me with a guilty face asking where this exit was that he should have taken... “Because I didn't see anything on the left...” I could only see fog. I felt like i was still sleeping. My mouth was very dry and my left leg felt like it wasn’t mine. The interior compass alarm was on and both the gps and map confirmed we were 140km out of our way... My dad had driven for 140km, in the wrong direction. It was very nice of him not to wake me up even though he wasn't sure of the direction, but not even a parent’s love can justify the fact that he was looking for an exit on his left, when on every freeway on this side of the world the exits are made to the right... AFTER the exit, you turn left. I have watched him get lost in every hotel we have stayed in, in every city we have walked, and now also on the road. I have decided his nick name is Compass.



Anyway, the trip and all the hours in the car were worth the view we saw when we parked the car close to the snow and saw the canyon. Wow. My eyes had never seen something so big. I couldn't even focus properly... amazing. Even compass was breathless. Driving along the southern rim of the canyon, I stopped every second km to enjoy the view... I drove through Cameron till Page, where we had a tour of the massive dam the next morning. That was amazing, especially considering the location. We were right in the middle of the red desert, which made me feel like i was “home” in Australia, but we were on Indian land. Another shiver was sent along our backs when the monument valley appeared in front of us... the spirit of travel was there with us, and it was impossible not to notice how even though we have seen these places so many times on tv, to actually be there was super special. Calmly we drove back in the direction of Vegas. Even compass drove again... but this time for 300km straight.. and i slept with one eye open.



I'm a little bit sorry that we didn't have time to get to know the Indian’s culture better. We went through their land and saw how they live. We had lunch with them too, but we didn't have the chance to ask them many questions about their life. For now i guess i should be happy just to have eaten with them, to have seen their beautiful dress and jewellery and how funny it is that they don't talk to any of the other tables close to them. Maybe one day I’ll meet them again... but for now I’m just enjoying my trip along legendary routes.

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First week in New Zealand by David

Eh che dire... è un po' come rinascere di nuovo, tutto is new, everything is unknown. I, too, looking in the mirror I can hardly find my Australian peaceful expression of pleasure and connection with everything around me. New Zealand. I find it almost hard to knock down just four lines to define my first week, I'm weird, I leave open the brain, but the thoughts are a little 'compact, a bit' closed in themselves, a bit 'as I am in fact. What I see is all well and good. Beautiful people, beautiful girls, beautiful buildings, beautiful streets, beautiful harbors, beautiful tattoos, but there is no feeling beautiful all or at least there is the feeling that I was looking for and I am full of energy, ready to split all I realize that there's nothing to break here. Definitely all this leads me to press a bit 'and I do have to see, gotta go, I must and I eventually I forget to eat, take pictures or integrated with the people. Life in hostel is spectacularly crap. I sleep in a windowless room with 5 other people, male or female, that change every day, every day will give you "recycled", they come and go and I stay there and every evening there is a new one with its new story. I made eye at least 70km walk in a week. I have seen in Auckland almost all its vastness and frankly, despite his charm can not wait to discover this land in its wild heart, I want to see the real New Zealand, with mountains, rivers, beaches and waves, I want to see under the mask of steel and concrete that hides their identity.
I have a bank account, I have a phone number, I'm looking for a viable and are full of energy and want to ride this earth to the edge of my freedom.
is the first real strong experience in solitary and is not at all simple. It's like being on a roller coaster, there are times when you're on, up, load and positive and everything runs as you would like to fly down moments and dive into a black hole and it seems that everything around you is the shit has been unlucky in love with your ass. It is the first real strong experience in solitary and are so happy to be there. I'm happy for what my eyes see touch my hands and my heart will store. I'm glad for the experience, because I know that not everyone (as rightly said never sister Erica on the phone a few nights ago), because I know that whatever happens I will leave all that will be a great inner pleasure and a sincere smile in the heart .
When you think you are alone. I think so. I think to myself how they are changing and growing, to see how differently the world and my future and how to search for signs that lead me to the realization of my dreams. I think in Melbourne, who I left, how important certain people are and how fortunate I was to meet them. I think Albert, best friend and travel companion I could ever want which, with its popes is shooting a viaggione madonna, covering distances of that dream for years to follow. I think of close friends and at home continue their existence and I live the moment when they riabbraccierò. I think in the back seat of my beast, motorcycle rallies around the brothers bikers. Then I think of my mother and father and how it should be to have a child who begins his third year away from home. Their strong eh! Travel with your mind and imagine the day when I will play the bell of my house, tired and happy, with disheveled hair and beard a little 'unkempt, with my bag and my surfboard in the shoulder and say: " Book the pizza, I'm back! "I think of how much time will pass in the company my sister is becoming a woman. I think to take you out to dinner when my aunts and my uncles, I'll play with my cousins \u200b\u200bwho are not much more then "pound" and now I think of the long chat with my grandparents. When you are alone and I think I really think so, without nostalgia, regrets or needs only thoughts, tender and soft that accerezzano the mind and warm the spirit.
Inside I'm happy, aware of the difficulties, fighter to the end, full of desire to realize and achieve my goals, wandering into a new world, drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200buncertainty, however, always supported by sound principles, strong ideas and experiences, great dreams and the presence of people in my heart I really love.

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The sweet life, from hills of San Francisco by Albert all'hangover Vegas ..... Everybody

The trip is going wonderfully, after two years No one sees my dad we always have a lot of things to say and the time always passes too quickly. While we have left behind the big Los Angeles and its contradictions, along the Pacific Hwy you shoot all the corners of the most famous beaches and hunt for a few waves and some good insight. From Santa Monica to Malibu, Santa Barbara and Pismo Beach and Monterey and Santa Cruz .... all those passing through the surf spot that only gets on the board knows what I mean when I talk about in Malibu, Rincon, Steamer Lane, Santa Cruz . Sink in the roots of American culinary obrobriose and have fun however, to slap your stomach with a healthy approach is always ironic that obviously nn. During the journey, we meet interesting people who give us useful information to deflect or Headline exactmatch our route up the entry in the magical San Francisco. Like in the movies, is what comes to mind to describe it, an up and down the streets all at right angles to breathtaking views of the bay that extends almost all around the city. The spaces are huge, but nn too, is an impressive looking very European and classy but not too much, that just when I am faced with feelings like that almost makes me me want to hold back a few months to find out more about what happens in places like this. Long, long walk marked the day in our city and I must say it was worth it. Buses are everywhere and the classic rpaticamente train to which it is attached and hangs out while you climb the hill or the learner has become mainly a tourist atrazione that deserves a picture and very little else. The most interesting things are probably around the Union Square area but of course the city is great and clubs, restaurants, theaters and interesting people you never stop to see around every corner. China town for me is always a must, because maybe I feel nostalgia for my culinary trips to Perth or Melbourne, or maybe just because of Asia, where the test or you love it or hate it ... and I believe to have established a stable relationship with her. On my last night on the town I am also hook up a very nice girl on the bus who told me the story of his life and spirit of the company even made me take a walk in the neighborhood of Nob Hill from which you can see at night views of the city at night truly magical. With even a good pizza in North Beach, the Italian neighborhood, San Francisco and salute as the driver speaks English Russian nn us to the airport, my guide is already open at Vegas.

An hour and a quarter of travel and Simao in more glitters, lustful and luxurious city. Probably one of those places where nn is easy to say that there is nothing special once you have been. But definitely a place to see once in a lifetime. All those places seen and reviewed in the films they took us to a world of lights, money and whores. Yes, prostitutes everywhere ... not that you see on the road but it's nice that it was precisely in the street, rather than selling drugs or hallucinogenic mushrooms as in any normal city, here you unhook catalogs with color photographs and telephone number , ensuring the money back and the delivery of the package in half an hour from the call. I'd love to see what you do Cause I pay very satisfied! However, apart from the crap this city is to be experienced. We esteemed doing it our way, with the music of Kings of Leon ball and the canopy of the convertible supersport hire aperitif. And there are times in the diary of a traveler when you know that we are living something that you'll never forget .... nn stop at the stop sign when a semaphore with the loud music, the Eiffel Tower on one side and the Caesars Palace other and are ashamed of your father as a larva xchè all throw around the eye to the two jacketed ... I know that if lightning will strike, would have brought calm to your old walking to places that He represents the moon.