Dear readers (but correct address so visitors to a blog?)
this - as can be inferred from title - is not the blog to which a traveler should be entrusted to draw inspiration for the effective planning of a vacation, and this, if anything, could be just reading to do during the trip itself ... especially if the destination of the reader is different from those of which I will write on these pages.
I was always sick of the "journey" but I never managed to be an excellent traveler primarily because the goals of my wanderings were nearly always agreed at the last minute and without the proper preparation, in addition I rarely took notes or held a so-called travel diary and so many of things that I have to say the dig (with all the approximations and distortions due to time) from my memory is not bloated.
As I said above, in my wanderings of these (especially a stroll for Europe) a bit 'not thinking about it, a bit' out of laziness and - often - to objective difficulties, I could not keep many of these news and notes about my adventures and these notes are written almost always ended up forgotten in a drawer at home if not (alas) completely lost! (BTW: you are able to write decently with paper and pen a train or a bus moving leaning precariously on the legs or on unstable support of a backpack on his knees? If you are able to do so let me know as I do because I am totally incapable!).
The idea for this blog (which, initially wanted to be even nientepopodimenoche a book ...) I got this summer reading a book, a travelogue U.S. journalist wandering through Britain [1] : certainly not a masterpiece but a cornerstone of Anglo-Saxon literature pleasant reading in which I felt more involved with my great love for this country. The author is a journalist and - as such - the written word has a habit for me totally unknown, but the lightness of style, the structure for individual episodes (albeit - in his case - presented in a logical sequence and a clear ) I have put the traditional flea in his ear.
Thinking it to my travels and memories - written or mental - that I so cherish the image of an object grant common in many families, or a drawer, shoebox or an old box painted wood hidden in the back of a closet or attic full of old photos, postcards and souvenirs all arranged in strict alphabetical order and almost always written without even a place or a date ... So, when occasionally reopen, everything is a surfacing of memories more or less accurate: vacation photos of three years ago, an old letter from a grandfather, the school photos - strictly black and white - made decades before (with signatures of fellow behind that you do not know anything or that you do not conserve memory), a shell nibbled (Cara, but where we got? On the beach of Riccione in '89? Or, perhaps, picked Franchino in Versilia in '93? "), Entrance fees to museums or monuments, souvenirs and so unlikely.
My memories are exactly that: sometimes surprisingly accurate, more often confused when fun to remember a comic situation, or when a simple remembrance of a special moment or an emotion. And the sequence in which they will present exactly the random order in which I will flow from the mind and, when possible, I shall avail myself of my few notes made in bulk and some photos (if available ...). Needless to say, the frequency of updates will, in principle, random ... so if you wait until the next update of this blog will not have to do is come here every now and see what happened!
Happy reading and - as mentioned in the old American TV show - for your comments "I appeal to the clemency of the Court."
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