Tuesday, December 29, 2009

How Much Does A Washer Weigh

XMAS & Homesickness (DAY 318)

Christmas in Byron Bay. 10 hours drive north of Sydney.
Six days of vacation, full. Full of many things.
a round trip between a fabulous landscapes, including my first guide on the right, between the cicadas that gradually increase their noise, including a stop at Macksville and a sandwich in the warmest place in the world, including a burst with love the ice cream man and the minor fins in the river proved to be of two dolphins and a few feet from me, stop in Coffs Harbour for a tub that could be my end (You Were Thirty Seconds close to death, mate) and the arrival in Byron Bay.
a sensational four days, between trying surfing, sunburn, Christmas in the sun, jellyfish, a visit to the lighthouse, the highest point east of Australia ', walking in the midst of peace, which becomes a walk in a marathon at 1 pm scorching sun, the balcony's girls, the chats with Faith, pool, salmon, Ferrero Rocher of Chile, the wife of the Chilean, the Bourboun and Coke, the pastry cream and salmon, tuna, The Drifter, Rob Machado, the one thousand beaches of Byron, G'day mate, the Beach house completely sweaty, the girl who approached me while I have music in my ears tells me something and say "can u please repeat, I just landed in Australia" (embarrassing) , $ 150 and up the fight, the war song and a thousand other things.
of a return trip in the rain, mind alone, with a song (Because of you) repeated 60 times by 'iPod, a dead kangaroo and a dinner near that lake porcocanequantomiricordacasa.
This was my Christmas.
I just heard, you can not see that it is Christmas when you're on the beach with a surf groped to beat the waves, while at home is great for lunch hours and hours and your Christmas lunch is a banana and a chocolate milkshake. It is not Christmas, is something different, a way of passing on December 25.
are in a month and a half since my return, I do not know yet I do, I just know that they are full, after nearly 11 months in Australia without seeing my family for over 300 days, well ... a little heavy it is.
missing little, very little, no idea about the future with the knowledge that another chance should give the land of kangaroos. Maybe I just need three weeks at home to recharge.
We'll see.
I think of this year, to all persons who have shared this experience with me and it's all so strange, surreal, incredibly immense.
Alby

ps Hello Victor, Thanks for Everything

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Jail Diaper Punishment

ILONKA (DAY 308)

will not talk about holidays start of Christmas warm while you have it snows, the $ 9 million contract signed by the company, the last day (finally?) frantic work.

No. Today I will speak briefly of goodbye. There have been many
goodbye this year? A hundred?
And how many of these will turn inexorably goodbye, forever?
And what must be sad for the departure and how much happy for the fantastic day we had together?
Eh! (Sospiro. ..).
I think the answer is a mix of responses, passing by the beauty, happiness and good fortune to have spent great moments with special people the sadness does not see it until you return then you will experience happiness in seeing her again.
the other hand, is a risk you accept when you decide to jump into adventures like these, a pact with the devil must have the key to this experience.
Ilonka has left Sydney yesterday afternoon, playing at Melbourne, and then come to Macao, and finally arrive at home in 2 weeks.
Ilonka is wonderful, fabulous, fantastic, smiling, friendly, beautiful, spectacular, unique, special and a thousand other adjectives. But most of all, I will miss a lot.
I look forward to seeing you in Barcelona. Te quiero muxo
, wapa. Porque you
quiero como el mar quiere a pez que nada de breathe into giving her protégé of ... viento porque te quiero desnuda en el dibujo firmament toaviamas pa hacer bonito, mas bonito el universe.

Alby
ps it seems that fate has chosen a song for special additives



Monday, December 7, 2009

Rash On Cheek Of Baby

2 WEEKS TIME (DAY 296)

Two weeks without writing, and c ' is those who complain about the lack of my writings, needless to write literary works! (Among other things, was released in Italy the new book by Fabio Volo and I can not read ... argh!)
Congratulations to you, Dida, and your upcoming graduation.
Two weeks at Christmas, but no Christmas feeling, not even the band of homeless who sings Jingle Bells at 8 am at Town Hall immerse me in the Christmas '09, the Australian version.
Cold, coats, red noses, scarves, gloves and everything else, yes that reminds me of Christmas, but not past weekend at the beach with +30 degrees, flip flops, T-shirt and shorts.
'll be my first Christmas without family, and for this I am sure it will be a little sadly, I will wake up with hang over from the eve, gifts, lunch with the super tortellini soup and other delicacies and then roll around with my friends on the streets of the country, maybe ending it all with a nice hot chocolate with whipped cream!

At the same time I have so many friends here with whom it passes, I am convinced that will in any event an extraordinary day. I have not organized anything, there was talk of making a style dining Verona (Lucio, you know something?), Or maybe I will go to Byron Bay, if I can find a place to sleep. No plans, I'll follow the flow!

begin to feel very much lacking in the two months back on my lake: I imagine the emotions that often try to take a taxi to the airport to Sydney, landing in Venice, the eye seeing my parents and my sister after exactly 365 days, review all the roads that were mine and then throw me in the midst of the embrace of all my old friends.
The return will help me a lot, to realize, to remind me of why I left because I love the Bardolino and Sydney, to find the motivation to understand what I do, where I want to do and why.
I have often wondered how hard it will release my family, my affections ever, after being retried, after trying all the good that can receive those who return after a year and for a limited period, probably I just have to wait and answers will come by themselves.
The last two weeks have been, for me, very nervous, talking about work. It 'started, in fact, the negotiations on the future of my business.

He gave me very annoyed that I had to go talk with my "superior", while they had already made a decision: well, Sticazzi, I just have to arrange future trips, flights, holiday season, apartment and many other things, they could also let me know first.
Anyway, the first response was: we do not think that reflects the main point of sponsorship, that you are indispensable than an Australian.
Apart from the fact that the company has sought a month and a half in Australia, for then, after three interviews, take an Italian, I pointed out to them that in one way or another, this could be fixed. A few days later, again at my request, I am told that prefer to give two seats planned for the sponsorship, managers in IT Implementation: capibilissimo, given that theirs is an IT company.
Encouraged by friends, I decided to leave 100 dollaruzzi un'immigration agent, to make sure you have tried all the streets: the reply received was quite shocking, because the new immigration laws obliterated by all the reasons apportatemi 'company.
After leaving them with the assessment, the response was still a two of spades: you want, but not with the 457.
It gave me much discomfort that has not had a chance to speak even a second with my CEO, but he had to use my field as intermerdiario. And above all that I have not been given a reason.
said that, pragmatically speaking, the solution was: 6 months contract confirmed to work, with three weeks of vacation in Italy.
solution that made me happy, and still raised after 20 days of nervousness. This, after taking the second working holiday, I will return to Sydney with a job and a salary above: in the meantime, I will try another job that gives me the opportunity to earn sponsorship. We'll see!
So after all of the fair, the poll no longer needed and incredibly won the NO!


back to talk more "light", I was armed with a mustache grown for a month, Movember Party: first of all, I was pleased to say that they were collected winds, say twenty million of dollars for research that fights prostate cancer!
E 'was then an evening of highlights, where the Australians have shown, once again, as you know how to entertain in every way: consider a Monday afternoon, post-weekend post-business and imagine thousands of people dressed in any way, ready to drink a beer and enjoy. It seemed Carnival!
Mille clothes, you can see in my photos on Facebook, with the winner who had his whiskers with the M on one side and the other O (Mo is short for mustache) and went around the party with a kind of electric machine and a dress medieval knight idol!

There were, of course, Mario and Luigi Bros, Chuck Norris, people with shaved hair of the belly as a kind of spoiler, the Flintstones, with the Jamaican bobsled team ... eccettera eccettera, in short, a blast!
Saturday took place on Martha's farewell party, Ilonka and Cristina, Part I, with a special party, filled with the mojitos and photos on his right bicep (about fifty have been) to get around nicely our friend!
Day, I repeat, amazing, but we know that the connection has always been very large Italian-English disease satisfies! As you can see from the first picture, with myself in the head with a bag, I was not really in the best conditions: at a certain point, when the festival was' made a sort of warehouse party with techno music until 5 am, I took two empty boxes of beer and started to beat time ... annoying!
E 'countdown began, less than ten days and Ilonka, one of Sydneysiders who have tied the most, he goes: and' sad, for the usual reasons that I am not here to list and you might find in the various post following a farewell party.
E 'was great to live with this experience, but let, well, it will be' hard. The roads of the future are many, unexplored and probably full of surprises, but knowing that I'll see 'rarely, after a year living together, makes me very sad.
And even today, if it goes crazy, which leaves for a farm up North. And people change, if it goes, remains part. In
home 'changed a little bit: and call it a little bit!
two tenants are gone and their two rooms, the first single, have been replaced by ... 5 people! So now we are 7 at home, with only one shower! Incredible!
Luckily I get up at 7 and I often return after dinner time, so 'I always free the bathroom!
I live with a German couple and three in Dutch, which also seem to know so little reality 'Australian to leave windows and doors wide open: and' so 'that a few days ago while having dinner, I found myself on a cockroach 12 cm, tumbling between my legs!
Just know when I get back, flat rate!
Today came the results of 'IELTS: I thought better, eh!
The two parts where I thought I would have gone better (speaking and writing) are the two was worse, with a 6.5, while the listening I've got 7 and 7.5 for an overall reading of 7. Good user, has operational command of the language, though with occasional inaccuracied, inappropriacies and misunderstanding (?) in Some situations. Generally handles complex language well and Understands Detailed reasoning.
honestly I expected better, but for a possible sponsorship I had to take a 5 medium (about nine), so I guess that's fine.

To conclude the post, two anecdotes: morning arrival at work, and I sedio SBRAAAAM, split his pants on both sides, because the pockets were stuck to the elbow-rests! Taxi to go downtown and open wallet to buy new pants ... but who am I? Santa??
The second, as you can see in the picture, starring me and Victor, interviewed on television of Bondi Beach ChupaChups: I end, I think for my infinite Nerd, I also won the puppet Chuck! Among other things, the face seems to despise the great interviewer!


A Christmas kiss (and hot, to your facciazza) at all, Alby