The adventures of a quiet country escort ..chapter 13..
My parents home, stands on a small hill, in front ,
Few meters away , a forest of chestnut , from bed could admire in all his glory ,
Without moving too much. Now, unfortunately , have built an ugly building in front of the wood ..............................
And without moving too .......... (or almost) ! , You could drink a good tea "hot" ..... in fact my mother , as usual, had put , the thermos over the green bedside table of my former bedroom, one thing I liked that , it was a slight smell of smoke" burned " type Salmon ........ as I relaxed I was thinking about how I spent those days
I had it all planned out , a mix of relaxation , (bio / food) and new projects for the future, I went down to the kitchen for breakfast and found it pleasant being left alone in the house,I was already bad / remembering the noise of Genoa and
the noises coming from the Roberta room.
I thought ! I need to find an apartment all to myself ! ...... In a quieter ......
I wanted to do things my way, ... I may be wrong! Sure ! ...... But in my own way , I found a piece of paper, a pencil and then
...... and , without thinking , I found myself with a whole sheet of paper " bungled " of ideas .
Rereading it all calmly , and in a few simple words , I wanted to become an escort , I wanted a quiet place and
Easy access .....Easy access ...... and (most importantly ) ...................... I did not want to disappoint my parents , i appreciated all the efforts made in order to afford to attend college .
. .
The village (of which I can not say the name) was ! ............ (Indeed it is )perched awkwardly , in a rock"strange" shaped
rabbit, all the people ( myself included ) are surprised of the fact that after 700 years , the old houses in the center, have survived earthquakes , wars, plagues and attacks.
Everyone knows each other , ...........you have to be very careful, because the road signs are a subjective opinion
, very often the poor tourist ( pawn) , to be filled with " bad words " from .... Rural motorists (Indianapolis motor speedway ) , all while the victim through the crosswalk.
!Or (if the visitor ) ask i( want good restaurant )......... and for answer being told ... in our village we eat badly" Go to the neighboring country ,and again ...... what you come to do here is bad, there's nothing to see,
. ! , I suspect , that people on the " rock "come because he enjoys seeing the authentic Tuscan , who sends them to hell
However, even if a tad excessive , they are good people and I want a lot of good.
Few meters away , a forest of chestnut , from bed could admire in all his glory ,
Without moving too much. Now, unfortunately , have built an ugly building in front of the wood ..............................
And without moving too .......... (or almost) ! , You could drink a good tea "hot" ..... in fact my mother , as usual, had put , the thermos over the green bedside table of my former bedroom, one thing I liked that , it was a slight smell of smoke" burned " type Salmon ........ as I relaxed I was thinking about how I spent those days
I had it all planned out , a mix of relaxation , (bio / food) and new projects for the future, I went down to the kitchen for breakfast and found it pleasant being left alone in the house,I was already bad / remembering the noise of Genoa and
the noises coming from the Roberta room.
I thought ! I need to find an apartment all to myself ! ...... In a quieter ......
I wanted to do things my way, ... I may be wrong! Sure ! ...... But in my own way , I found a piece of paper, a pencil and then
...... and , without thinking , I found myself with a whole sheet of paper " bungled " of ideas .
Rereading it all calmly , and in a few simple words , I wanted to become an escort , I wanted a quiet place and
Easy access .....Easy access ...... and (most importantly ) ...................... I did not want to disappoint my parents , i appreciated all the efforts made in order to afford to attend college .
. .
The village (of which I can not say the name) was ! ............ (Indeed it is )perched awkwardly , in a rock"strange" shaped
rabbit, all the people ( myself included ) are surprised of the fact that after 700 years , the old houses in the center, have survived earthquakes , wars, plagues and attacks.
Everyone knows each other , ...........you have to be very careful, because the road signs are a subjective opinion
, very often the poor tourist ( pawn) , to be filled with " bad words " from .... Rural motorists (Indianapolis motor speedway ) , all while the victim through the crosswalk.
!Or (if the visitor ) ask i( want good restaurant )......... and for answer being told ... in our village we eat badly" Go to the neighboring country ,and again ...... what you come to do here is bad, there's nothing to see,
. ! , I suspect , that people on the " rock "come because he enjoys seeing the authentic Tuscan , who sends them to hell
However, even if a tad excessive , they are good people and I want a lot of good.
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