Hello Blog! I know, I know.
It 's been a while since the last update, but believe me I have not had much time available. Under
Christmas is always the case, there are projects to be delivered, work to do, like going to dinner. So
you return home just in time to go to sleep.
Among the most interesting is the fact that its been a while, I go out with fellow Italians. In
company there are always new entrants and it is always easy to make new friends.
After a period of unusual cold, now the temperature has stabilized at around 10 degrees.
I would say that you are not too bad and sometimes the sky is beautiful (but there we are already known). On the other hand I'm doing
feast of wind and sometimes (only sometimes really) of rain. Here
the rain here is strange, different than in Italy.
If the Lapps have a thousand and one ways to define the snow, then it will have many an Irishman to indicate rain.
Some words, imitating Paul limits, are somewhat untranslatable ... How would you define the typical
irlandesissima and mist?
rain does not make the idea of \u200b\u200ba cloud of droplets that appear to be vaporized and which remain suspended in the air until you pass a breath, collect them, to be immersed.
And has this particular name so that makes it almost ghostly, considering that makes all the uncertain and fuzzy edges.
's so strange that bike, waiting at the traffic lights do not get wet and then pedals when you wash your face ...
Not to mention that here in the rain, like mist, it can come at any minute another, and just as quickly disappear.
why you do not need an umbrella, bring a hat. And enjoy the mist!
Mind the cap!
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