back to delft...

italians are funny people, especially if they already have a certain age and are alone in a train =p

The story is simple:

there we were in rome, me and pietro, already inside the train, waiting for it to start the long trip back to Florence.
We spent all day walking so I was really tired. pietro was quiet, also resting.
The first half an hour was calm, no energy for even a word. Only to stand beside the window, looking into the mountains that quickly were passing by.

Everything was ok until an italian man around his fifties or sixties sat in front of a woman in the chairs next to ours.
He started speaking and speaking and speaking… I have never seen a guy having so much energy to speak during so much time without stopping, not even to breathe.

I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying of course, but since pietro is a gentleman (cof cof) he translated what he could or at least what was making him laugh in the man's speech.
According to what pietro translated: the guy is (or is trying to be) a writer, now writing about a man in the vatican that does something extraordinary that I didn't understand (english with an italian accent sometimes is really difficult to catch! =p); then he started speaking about the italian politics (and in this subject you can imagine that he spent a lot of time… there are many funny stories to tell =P); he also spoke about the weather (always interesting…) and his life when he lived in America.


(Poor lady… she was so quiet having a good time with her book and then a men who just couldn't shut his mouth off arrives and spoils her good time alone, without even letting her breathe to say a word in the middle of his bla bla bla)


But well, when the lady was allowed to speak (only for a little of course) I discovered that she was living in england, that she was visiting her son in Italy and that she was BRASILIANNNN.

"pietro she speaks portugueseeee, she speaks portugueseeee"

But pietro didn't let me speak to her, or else we would have been the next victims.

The funny thing was that when the men discovered that she knew english, he started to speak in english. But when the conversation was getting complicated, he again started in his funny and strong italian.
The poor lady was answering in italian or in english, accordingly with the language of the questions.


However, I think that in fact he was not interested in having a sort of a "monologue" with someone, but in having something SEXUAL with that someone.

So the best came next: he started to try something with her, in a very OBVIOUS way.
and well, it seemed that knowing that the lady was married was not enough for him to stop.


(I still think that the marriage thing was only an excuse, since I didn't see any ring.)


Anyway, if in the beginning he was in front of her speaking a lot and a lot; in the end he was already by her side and very very close, with those kind of silent moments where she was feeling like calling for HELP while he was getting closer and closer.

FINALLY, after almost 3h of suffering, HER STATION!!!!

"THANK GOD!" she thought!

But he didn't even give her time to a breath relief:

"I AM GOING WITH YOU TO HELP YOU WITH THE BAGGAGE!".

And they went…

you should have seen her anguished face… poor poor poor lady!!!
I don't think I would have let this happen for so long… but she was really very polite!! Poor poor!!!
I wish I could have taken a picture to them and to her suffering face! hahaha

I took other pictures though... (as always) =)
















ps - I still don't understand this last picture, but they were having lots of fun while doing it... =D

bye to all =)

my...

yesterday.



and the music of the day!...

bloc party - two more years


isto é tao bom!

ps - still in italy =)

ps - although it can not be seen, the sentences were written at different levels in the glass.

just to tell you that...

...you are leaving and that's sad! but as you always say: "if it's said, it's because it was good!"

well... I will now complete your incomplete sentence: =)

if it's said, it's because it was good and if it was good, it will stay forever...

...and you will stay forever!

=D


bye mario and see you soonnnn**** ;)

ps - and don't worry, I will make andrés use your "stolen" tea cup! =p

today I spent the whole day dilly-dallying!!!

(entenda-se por NA RONHA!)

golden cage

as I already said before, normally I don't like to do more than one post each day (besides the birthday posts)!

(stupid things in me that I can not explain!)

However today I just couldn't avoid it... not after hearing the music and watching the movie below:

the whitest boy alive - golden cage


...and another version of the same one!



...white and from kings of convenience!

=)

ps - tomaz... u are my hero! =p

watching a very very very disgusting movie... =/

it isn't on the u tube (and I can understand why!!!)!
the only thing that you can see on the utube is people's reactions to it! (like mine)

but its funny seeing pietro watching the movie very happy and smiling!!!

How can you be so happy watching that CRAP pietro? how?

but well... since you are a good hairdresser (the movie below proves it), I forgive you!!!

=p



ps - to the ones that don't understand the "Ireland" thing in the movie above: pietro has a very curly and red hair, so that's why everyone thinks he is irish and not italian!
Regarding the movie that they talk about... well, if you read this post from the beginning, you can imagine which movie is! argh...

pa magali...

hoje é ao contrário!!! =)

parabéns coisinha***

ps - saudades destes dias interrailinenses, saudades de ti... =)

parabens raquelinha* =)

dia bonito pati... como tu! =)

today I finally concluded that I AM ADDICTED TO BOOTS !!!
And well, if I already have a BIG collection in Portugal, I now also have a few more dutch boots!
the main advantage (and maybe the only one) is that the boots boxes I get are very useful to put my things inside and make my room seem more organized =)

I also enjoy (a lot!) earrings, but those don't give me any boxes! =(

ah, and I also discovered today that I like to see men that dress jeans with a suit coat, a shirt and merrell footwear! haha

Things that I dont like but that, unfortunately, have been my great companions lately are articles and more articles, this and also this:

welll... (parte II)

the continuation...

Protocol to at least go to your work without walking or paying for a bus ticket: =p

1. If the tire really is flat, then AVOID RIDING THE BIKE before u fix it.
2. If you did it anyway (dahhh...) and the inner tube of the tire got completely screwed, then buy a new inner tube.
3. If the inner tube is too expensive and is not worth buying, regarding that you will go away (snif snif) in a short time and wont need the bike anymore, then put air in the tire every morning (if u don't have a pump, then go to the nearest friend that has it) and afternoon (with the pump of your work's building).
4. If every morning you are too lazy to go to your friend's house to put air in the tire, then go to your work with your tire flat... (it's a stupid thing to do but is better then walking for 20 min.)
5. If your bike starts to make really strange noises (and really loud too) in the morning because of the flat tire, then try to get one borrowed bike.
6. if the only borrowed bike that u can get is even bigger than you, then don't sit, ride the bike while standing and arrive at your work sweating out of every pore.
7. In the end of the day go back home and, by the time you arrive (sweating out of every pore), try to relax OKKKK?

here is a sugestion:



hahaha

tillykke med fodselsdagen anaaaa!

(tradução: a ana hoje é especial...) =p

no teu dia nao fui exatamente a primeira a dar-te os parabens, mas por minha causa tiveste de sair da cama, descer o elevador de pijama e ser forçado a encontrar gente k sabia do teu dia... lol! Mas ao menos fui a primeira tuga! =p
No entanto eskeci de te postar aki e como tu ligas muuuito ao meu blog... cof cof... aki ta, com algum atraso, a cena!

PARABéNS FREDDDDDDD!!!!




Temos bons traseiros nós... sim sra!!!

I would like to be the feeling that this music makes me feel... =)



ps - sarkozy jokes are not allowed =P

For erasmus students it's very difficult to meet local people. Since locals are in their own country, it's quite normal that they prefer to be with their family and friends. Besides, the living spirit is different.
Well... I am a bit different because I am not exactly a student. I am a trainee (I WORK!) and that allows me to meet dutch people (the ones that work in my lab).
I particularly like the cleaning lady... she is so so so nice and is always smiling, laughing and speaking with everyone.
She doesn't know any english and only knows a little bit of bad spanish (really really a little bit and very very bad...).
Since my dutch does not exist, the only words that we exchange are:

me: cansada, cansada!

her: mutcho trabaho, pouco dinhêro!

lol

=)

if it's cold and u like havaianas...

aren't they beauuuuuuutiful?!?

=p

I went to köln...

...and, between storms and a very windy weather, it was actually (really) nice! =D












and then I came back to delft because my thesis needs me!!!... bahhh!!!