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I was in Portugal a few days (four) for the Comenius project , and is also why if the blog has remained in oblivion for a little bit.

Here is a brief summary of the journey of stories around that have little to do with each other, as befits the Queen of scoundrels, that would be me (and here, again as usual. I think) The first day we

greeted at breakfast, the local newspaper from which we find that (with surprise and not hide teardrops), given the crisis facing the country, ministers, deputies and political contours of the various Portuguese government salaries are cut. This is because, the paper said, "the crisis we face them." Ok,, ha ha, good! we think, but to pass the usual salary of € 15 000 political, say, 14.50, are all good, what do you want it to be.
But no. Portuguese politicians spend on their current salary of about € 3500 (published) to 2, 2.5. As our , paro paro. In fact, the pd to address the crisis, is to give its senators an iPad.
(That's why m'è letter arrived at home to ask for support statement at the party at this difficult time!).

pregnant with happiness and of sadness for the trip (?) For our beloved belpaese (and want to go and dress a sandwich stuffed with government), we begin our tour.

I visited the city, saw horses and knights to Almeirim (which, I mean, let the motor and identify the girlfriend with the horse, you listen), knew all about Portuguese bullfighting, assisted by the side of a tavern in Furcadia Santarém (buckets of testosterone, at times m'affogavo), ate everywhere and always (well), lit two candles at Fatima, visited schools, exchange ideas and opinions and work with our European colleagues, walked and enjoyed the view of millions of different tiles in the streets, washing hanging out, sometimes violent, enjoyed the fado fado all'Adega do Ribatejo in Lisbon, consumed a number of inhuman laugh (... or not say it's hard talk about emotions and impressions in a short space), but

,
above all, people

I saw the ocean.

And here I have to open a parenthesis.

Cause I, I wanted to touch the water, then water was
that touched me.

I explain:

ran on November 9 when, in Fatima to return to Nazareth, we stop at a lookout point to admire the ocean.

Going down to the valley to go to taste the fish in a little place in the ocean, coach me and my colleague preaches spirituality, love and superhuman the wonders of nature. It 's so that tells me that one of its most terrible nightmare is of being hit by a wave, and it is so that I, on the contrary, the story that has always been one of my biggest dreams, surreal, and that it is just wave the size of the giants last thing I see. Why are there and if I see before my eyes, giant wave, it is clear that then we die down.

Ah, water! Ah, us! Signs of the Zodiac Marine (two crabs), as c'affascina, water! As we hear the water! What belongs to us as an element, water!

And so, caught from the ocean and its magnificence and power

and incredible waves, after ate run to photograph, resume, make videos, hear the wind, hear the roar of the wave that breaks. And we have only four of us Italians, full passion.
But there was a reason, if there were only four.
Unconsciousness.


And so we did the video.
and photos.

and racing on the beach.
and laughter.
And the comments. Mary
And touching the water.

was so happy, Mary.
And I looked at her, Mary, was filming with the camera,, I laughed, everyone laughed, happy that we were in front of the power of the ocean, watching the waves, and the other one, and also looks at what high, high, incredible! As fascinating as a force, how much water. All the water, right. So much
, water, so high, the waves so fast, but so fast, preclude that fast! So fast, then after that Mary hit the water, the water has returned the love. In full.
say that I embraced with passion and transportation.
Beach.

Yeah.

Here, this ocean-Portuguese experience I learned two things:
- One: never underestimate the ocean waves, which are velocine, and when you put

- Two: you have to be careful what you wish, especially at close to the visit to Fatima. And anyway

do not go swimming after eating (or at least I think it was this that they told me (hit) with the old Portuguese umbrella on his arm (he) and headscarf and shawl (her) arms folded and their faces indignant (both) looking at me coming in by water).

Then I tried to change me now a little shop, and the only one open was Peruvian.

people, Portugal is beautiful.


(Aproffitto to thank the wonderful hospitality of the Portuguese colleagues, hospitality, opportunities and knowledge exchange. We wait in Italy in March. I can not wait.)

(And I thank also the legendary Sony was that ended in the water with me. Glorious! I saved the card and the pictures and video that I won until his drowning)