SYDNEY PART II (DAY 414) 
I'm back here from Sydney, again!
I write from the bed of my two former tenants in the house where fortunately I was accepted for the first few days in Sydney. In the house where it is not 'been offered a couch, but even where one of them, Laura, gave me his room, going to share a room with Ulrich that sweet angels ... eh?
's now two weeks since I returned to Sydney and I could tell you everything and more ': we start with that day were really "full", between the search of the apartment, the rearrangement in Sydney, the jet- lag, the return to work after five weeks of leave. With the exception of the weekend, are more often in bed at nine o'clock in the evening and many of those who know me will hardly to believe that my statement, so 'as Laura and' disbelief, having lived with this party animal for five months.
So, let's start with the search apartment, which has reached its goal in the Easter weekend after ten days of research: after noting that the market for apartments in Sydney and 'practically jumped through the roof for this' I was looking for (a bedroom well located, with more than 2 tenants, to avoid the houses full of backpackers like the one last year) I decided to take a different path: that of the rental fully
a new apartment and find tenants. Fortunately, I answered an ad for Lisa, 25 year-old Australian fashion designer, on a site listing of Australian homes, and we found this lovely flat in Surry Hills, one of the most 'beautiful, in my view, of Sydney. To live with us, will be 'another Italian boy: choose which last year would never have done for my "hatred" towards the Italianity too much' abroad, but this year I decided to be judicious. I mean, a native English speaker there, 'he just friends and then Australian Language and the problem' solved, so I thought that rather than get in the house playing someone who does not know the risk, I preferred to have Daniel, son of Treviso makes a tour guide who speaks English well and still has the same interests (other than hatred for my team of the heart, well paid by me).
I will pay '$ 245 AUD per week, a figure I can afford, and that saves me a lot compared to AUD 270-300 a week which saw daily in ads. Not to mention that the house 'in a complex with swimming pool, sauna, small gym and spa ..... not so bad, huh?
The house 'totally unfurnished, and the long Easter weekend and' used to turn shopping malls and, above all, the terror of all of us boys: IKEA! Errata
my choice, to sit in on Easter Monday (Solo too!), So 'that I found myself in the midst of a thousand families, and a thousand kids screaming and rolling from side to side. My
(s) luck and 'that, as the bed that I had chosen out of stock, I have to go back tomorrow afternoon ... argh!
Apart from anything else, I think it will be 'a very nice house to share: Lisa seems very nice, although a little' strict on some things, and Daniel, and 'a fool like me. Cool.
The return to work, despite my expectations, and 'was very "decided" our three plans, after the super contrattone 9 milioncini dollars signed in January, are now small, considering the four new recruits! My boss and 'always a great and came home from China, brought me a super gift ... I have not yet identified, but who appreciate eh eh! Reciprocated by a Venetian mask, by the way. My plans
working, given that the company can not 'more' sponsor for the next two years, have to find another job here in Sydney, maybe that will allow me to be sponsored and to remain more 'long. Fingers crossed! Of course I will not say 'anything to management, but then business is business
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The jetlag has killed me, and I recovered completely after ten days, probably will have 'counted also the time change ... remember that we are no more' to +10, but +8!
The return to Sydney and 'inexplicable status: apart from the fact that we had to land in Perth for a problem with the engine of the plane, so linger' the other is 9 hours, the first days were of course very thoughtful. The time spent in my
Bardolino, with my wonderful family in our beautiful new home, my friends and many other small things brought to mind several questions about my future. I take 2-3 months to put Australian groped for an answer, which I think will not find '. House and 'forever home, a fabulous, while on the other hand, a strong desire for life takes me. Who knows'.
The house that my parents have built and 'a beautiful castle, cozy, warm and with many other positive adjectives. I had to get used to alert (that I've run twice in the night ha ha), but the pleasure of being at home and 'a great joy.
wake up at 7 and get off the stairs with a smile on your face 'cause you smell the coffee' ready, see the croissant, Mom Pope 'and sister. And on Sunday between polenta, rabbit, a thousand other delicacies [as you eat in Italy ...], lie on the couch and listen to the game of 'Hellas Verona on the radio.
Not to mention the walks on the lake, aperitif, the Gazzetta dello Sport, Verona, and my beautiful cousin Richard, which is now 1 year and a half. It also snowed! Good times:)
Lakeside my friends partied like a king (thank you again!) And have even organized a day of basketball completely dedicated to the undersigned, in addition to a wonderful dinner with all my friends and thousands of gifts. I've been to Milan for brunch at Cantina della Vetra with 25 university friends that came together for some time. 40 madmen have turned to Bardolino and Verona, taking the car and air from any part of 'Italy. And I 'was admitted by most' people 'would be nice to have you
more' closely, as I know, even in Spain ... but not 24 hours away ".. do not forget the surprise party that made me arrival (I still get goose bumps), the two banners and welcome back all of the highest availability 'demonstrated to me .... It' s so nice to be pampered. As I have often said, I'm a lucky guy
course the 'Italy is not' all roses and flowers: sure, doubts remain.
When I left, I told myself that never again 'I want a feeling like that, the last day with a knife stuck in his chest, but when I was on the plane, I already had' changed his mind. The scale runs from one side, the balance goes the other way.
And now, Sydney, again: I do not know how long I'll stop '. All I know is that I want to savor the beauty of Australia ', and be happy to be here. Be aware that
I want to be here.
I'll need 'time, but I think I'll be able' to try these, and others, feelings soon.
And in the meantime, last but not least, continue to improve my resume and then one day, who knows' when returning to Europe.
A hug, Albe
ps in the first picture, you see me and my sister. Bellini eh? :) Ps 2
this last photo, with the sun going down, my lake, and two fishermen who return after a day's work explains my love for Lake Garda)
really pretty and picturesque, is certainly worth a visit even during the day and preferably in good weather to enjoy the magical colors of the Gulf. 
