Swimsuit 18 Month Old

man "... and the Swiss with a big heart"

never happened, that in September already knew who to pass the New Year. In fact, it's like planning a trip, only you do not have to pack. Cleaning it, and also the supplies of food, because who knows what they eat, the Swiss ...

all began this summer when I met my sister to the sea. The daughter of two mothers and two fathers, and even though the two neighboring nations, we crossed the Gotthard on the warm sand of the Gulf of Telamon, the step between two cultures, two worlds when the sun shines-off, because when there c 'is the sun, it is because the clouds have stopped looking at the Alps before the Alps So here we are tanned until October, and there from October onwards, but only on the face due to the reflections on the snow.

However, my sister and we sat for a long time under the umbrella, to catch up with stories when we were in other lives we've lived, but it was not enough, and then, seeing as I have already increased forward, and I have seen, Switzerland, Basel least, she will certainly come to Rome, as I miss home I've only seen in pictures.
With the complicity of low cost flights now go from here to there and the equivalent of a crossing in Rome, that once a year in which the passing clouds are wrong, and upset the white load on this side of the mountain range.

And so, with a wait of sent messages and photos, jams and buy food tentati per sorprendere, alla fine ci siamo abbracciate sotto la mano benevolente di Leonardo da Vinci, che non potendo cacciare i piccioni, ci indica la via da seguire quando ricordiamo di avere le ali!

Roma, per l'occasione, ha messo il suo vestito più freddo, così nella mia adorante, beata ignoranza, mi sono sentita in dovere di mostrare alla mia amica, versione svizzera di RomiSchneider, dove poter comprare un cappotto... e poi anche un vestito. Così alla fine, mentre ci si abbracciava sotto la mano benevolente di Leonardo da Vinci, che non potendo cacciare i piccioni, indicava a mia sorella e al suo compagno, il mio amico artista, la via per tornare at home, I told her that even if I do not know well the history of the monuments of the city, at least the shops are really good expert.

And there seems little? ;-)

I prepare for the next time, more detail, looking for other small details, like gargoyles on Via Gregoriana, because basically the first time (gosh, I get excited just to think), you see things that make the memory of the eternal city. Things like you are inside, like the first time in the Coliseum, the view of the holes from the Capitol, the altar of the Fatherland blushed Pantheon in the sun and the evening dress, though that has not done the trick, and like an old matron, now we talk about restoration, sparkle in erasing the memory of darkness of a starless night sky, that the 'friend-artist preserved among the drawings of memories. He is, he had already seen the city, but you know ... come all together!

And all together means from the periphery to the center, and then a hill after another, on the Aventine, dall'Esquilino down through the Porta di Piazza Vittorio, a shift in S. Maria Maggiore to alert the building without seeing, aware of being on the Interior Ministry. Under the Fontana di Trevi Quirinale there, and I for tourists languages \u200b\u200b(Hoch Deutsch is the most popular among us) if not for citizenship, I quickly pull a coin for good luck and because basically, I have need for the first time as a symbol of renewal in the new year.

Al Gianicolo, going up to Trastevere, the Pincio, get off at Piazza del Popolo, and I shiver with the cold that day, but also because Rome stretches from here as a bride after the first night, and I I look at it with the passion of a lover, reveals that the light of the cloth that had covered the curves.

find parking at another subtle difference between here and there. Which fortunately does not bother me any more, because I saw that the little space of my house in just three, when to me it always seems a little alone.

I had already explained the theory of the third row of the center line when there is traffic, and of course the magical days when there seem to be around tourists and only two machines, you can to see examples, but the surprise on their faces when they see the parking space, is extraordinary.

So little space?

Eh, you know, we are a friendly people, we like to be close neighbors!

;

Among a stand of books, to prepare performance art around the Colosseum, and a cafe on Via del Governo Vecchio, we tell the different colors eyes and clothing, we mix the brotherhood of my blue eyes with her hair, but that his friend has put together, not to feel left out, eat-Roman Roman-Roman Sardinia, Sicily-Rome (pasta alla Norma is my main course) ... and we find the time to put your arms in the sheath of life as St. Michael in Castel Sant'Angelo, with looks ranging one in the lives of others, as if we were in the garden over the lock, on the Aventine.

Knowing that there will be other opportunities in the short, walking between Christmas and Epiphany, a little 'uncertain about what to celebrate in anticipation of toast beginning of the year, we cover it with gifts, I mitts and a gift scarf to keep warm hugs, chocolate (yes, I dare!) and other amenities to make sweeter the distance of the next few months. Together we fill with photographs, and "pagoiopagoio" I get the chief excellence of the New Year's Eve, a book to learn four languages \u200b\u200bin Switzerland, including Swiss so I'll be ready, I'll qunado là, anche a spiegarmi in lingua indigena, nel caso mi perdessi, ed infine un maglione... con la complicità del commerciante.

“ Quant'è?”, dico estraendo la Carta.

“ 23 euro”.

“ No, guardi, ho un altro maglione”

“ Ah, ma quello è fallato, glielo regaliamo, consideri... un omaggio”.

Accidenti, penso sgusciando fuori dal minuscolo negozio, dev'essere proprio una cosa grave, ed io non me ne sono nemmeno accorta. Oppure mi ritengono miglior cliente dell'anno perchè mi son portata l'amica (qui ha preso il cappotto).

Then her sister, and friend who in spite of the male stereotypes we waited patiently and affectionately recommended purchasing, ask me if I understood "why did you take two bags and you've paid one."

be because in Italy "made the law and find the loophole" ... and now that the envelopes are about to become illegal traders give the benevolent, to ingratiate himself with the client? This

think so now, but then ... I have striven to explain the situation, lacking the translation for 'failed', until I realize that something is wrong, the second sweater is not free of the store, but my sister in Switzerland!

So every time you wear it to feel as close today, and perhaps you might be a good omen, because while she is Pisces, and having found the energy, maybe I'll stop catching them as companions!

And then, the thread that weaves wool gives me hope, now that the physical distance makes us think again distant standomi ensemble and so hot, that sooner or later end up this condemnation hyperopic, and you begin to see .. . and feel good ... with someone who is close!