For those who have left or want to leave. About the breakfast, lunch and dinner. Bus trip to work a

For those who have left or want to leave. About the breakfast, lunch and dinner. Bus trip to work and calls to Lithuania. A little bit about love and a little bit about politics. My, your and our daily lives. Service.
Italy really is like the display window of the eye-catching shoe that pasimatuoji staipydamasi front of the mirror and start to consider: it looks great, but is it good for? maybe a bit premature, but I pranešioti; like, but maybe not for long. My affair with Italy lasted fifteen days. Sukoró trains about 5,000 miles, drank enough wine, satisfied left and right karksėjau "grazie mille" I learned to ignore them besarmačių Italian and Romanian pretending remarks, I tried to figure out why there are so many ne'er-do "paprašaininkų, pasičepsėdama Kirti gelati, I saw the Sistine Chapel and David, the famous copy listened fellow "Backpacker" club bellagio mamaia stories, bike stationary on the Tuscan forest was invited on a date and just goodbye with his hand in the night train. But on everything from the beginning, and after a little bit more consistent. Napoli Neapolitan apsiskalbė. Narrow streets on the window sills, windows, balconies and rope stunts he also teeters wind shirts, pants and underwear. Thrust into the lungs Italy: closed salty smell of sardines local fairs of freshly ground coffee bean aroma, counterfeit D & G belts at the station selling men's sweat mixed with my folks, fresh mandarin fresh and the world's best pizza seductive edge. Naples was afraid. Deep kuprininėje hid a camera and wallet. Diauriausi or just behind the scooter as ilgapirštis inattention and could not stop wondering Carabinieri abundance. They marched through the streets with dignity blazes wearing nice uniforms (heard Armani), hugged the passers-by and occasionally smoked cigars. Naples was not nupudruotas as some European cities, from the house were crumbling red stucco street suffocating dust, and cars and scooters as crazy chaotic Pypen. The city was like the pizza for one euro, simple neišpuoselėta promptly wrapped club bellagio mamaia in servetėję, but true. Italian. Sicilia had indeed come to Catania, but unannounced, that I have to change train atsidūriauiš childhood Stewards Katani known for Palermo. And I was very pleasantly surprised. Stayed in the ancestral house for 35 euros. As any Italian woman on the balcony pasidžioviau laundry in the morning and say hello to a neighbor club bellagio mamaia foam grass. Palermo, where a whole lot of praplevendavo fruity smell the grass. In the morning, I was pleasantly surprised suddenly received a voucher for breakfast at a nearby coffee shop: very strong and dwarfish tiny espresso club bellagio mamaia brioche stuffed with ricotta. I examined the cathedral, decorated arabiškasi grounds pasivaidenau to several groups of tourists (the best way to quickly find something impressive when not very much time), briefly club bellagio mamaia lost in one of the laundry išdžiaustytų gatvyčių and went to Catania. Because he did not make the link Etna takings from the bus, had to be content with paklaidžiojimu city streets and unsuccessful search for open trattoria. Ill-fated siesta - ritorno subito (it. get back soon). Instead, we shook very delicious pistachio ice cream, and I was treated to a chocolate and cappuccino pyagėliu - took pictures of the gaming cards old men, and one of them motioned to follow him. Suspicion, I thought that perhaps brings into the bushes, but he showed a local cafe. Only said grazie. The search grazie mille answer. On the way to Rome, however briefly saw Mount Etna. First I did not understand - cloud or mountain views. But Mario companion assured that Etna. Rome It was discovered early on Thursday to about seven o'clock in the morning, when the streets still neduso from tourists, and a few hours madly užsikimšiančias intersections only occasionally cross each other scooter. Rome budo. From the Trevi Fountain, the men in orange robes were attracted to the eternal city of tourists who want to return the coins (say, once a month is deposited at the bottom of more than a thousand euros), the waiters were covered tables iškrakmolintomis tablecloths, and the church sat vargeta edited by the health of the rest of the bottle yesterday a few drops of Frascati " . After a few hours of the Trevi Fountain again fell on a gang of tourists Ispaniškuosius stairs to sow hundreds of Italian, Japanese, American and Russian, and šaligtviais, Dead End, the curb, the promenade and the court, as the bees will Zurs Motorla. In the meantime, Rome Buddha and the Fixed nebeišvydau they spent four days here. Marched club bellagio mamaia along the green banks of the Tiber Platanos. Suddenly, around the corner I noticed the Colosseum, curiously watched for the river to find St. Peter's dome and still dirsčiodama to your Lonely Planet we went to somewhere squares. All Roman clocks showing different time. Not realizing note the current time, nebesusigaudžiau where baroque and what has not, from where, and what is even more beautiful, and every time you took a hands on Nikon's I wondered how a frame to fit as much of Rome. Like the Sistine