so close, so far: little trip to Italy in the weekend...

Life in Italy, read fast:

wake up but not so early, healthy and delicious breakfast, capuccino, go to work with scooter (the little motorcycle), horn, overtake a car on the right side, be horned, ciao bela!, horn to the girl on the street, stop to talk to the person on the scooter besides you and don't mind the kilometric car queue forming behind, get a slap on the face in front of everybody, speak loud, drink another capuccino in the bar with a 70-80 year-old who smokes without stop and discusses about the Milan football match, scooter, go home to have lunch with tree plates (small salty sticks with bread, bruscheta or salad or macaroni, rice and steak, tiramisu), a espresso per favore (just foreigners drink capuccino after lunch time), siesta, all shops closed including restaurants, nap, scooter, beep beep, all shops open, speak gesticulating a lot, ma que cosa!, another espresso, end of work time, small jam to get home or happy hour, sit on the bar with friends, speak loud, talk about the boss, lots of people walking and talking about the "bastardo and poor Mike Bongiorno" on the streets of their towns while eating an ice cream, kids running and explaining about their days, go home, dinner with a chianti or a grapa, maybe a espresso?, sleep to restart all again tomorrow with the bless of God.

This is how fast, happy and full of life is the life in Italy, it is amazing, just who has been there understands it...