A Viola
I'm finally back! Torture is still torture and cake!
Then, it was a crazy boredom. Mama said, before leaving, the last time we went to Viola (8 years ago, I do not remember anything) it rained five days a week. Just arrived there was a bright sun and then ... time! It rained from Thursday to Saturday. From August the sun was shining. The first few days, despite the rain, it was hot. Then I was fine.
Thu 12
The journey took about two hours by highway. I sat in front while dad drove. In the seat behind mom and my brother, who still kept our dog Jethro, who could not stop crying and barking. In the boot, home, put into suitcases and boxes Boxes. I tried to concentrate on the landscape, putting in place the radio had to put the CD of Fabrizio De André. And the CD does not change, so I spent the trip to sing the songs of Celentano. Greet the newly arrived relatives. Some look at them and wonder, "But who are these?". Then they see me and ask my mom "But this is your daughter?" I remember that I was so! How grown up. " I simply nodded and smiled, as he always does, even if you do not understand. Mom begins to speak in the dialect of Ligurian and goodbye. Luckily I understand that. Then we go in our house. A truly disgusting. is of my uncle, but it is not used for years and there was dust everywhere, not to mention all the spiders and cobwebs ... there I was fine. I have the arachnophobia (terror at the sight of a spider), the cobwebs bother me and I am allergic to dust ... it quickly began to itch his nose because of Polveracchio! Mom cleans everything in one day and I feel much more relieved ...
Fri 13 Days the games of cards. All day I play just because it was raining, and raining ... But the team has invented Inventatutto Three new card games! Yes, my brother invented them ... Dad sets them ... I play with it and then approve or reject ... and mom does a guinea pig final. Sat 14
Nothing interesting.
Sun 15 August
past a. .. play cards. And watch Charlie Numb3rs make a proposal of marriage to Amita ... since I love Numb3rs!
Mon 16
Mom decides to go visit other relatives. We harness and leash and set off to Jethro, holding it to keep it from biting Black, the small dog of a dad's aunt. We speak and we go home.
March 17
there that day me, my brother and dad we played ball. We had to pass and those who took it and made her fall had a point. Who got lost and remained five others. Wins who remained in the game. If the shooting was wrong, short, too low or too high was not worth, but nothing happened. The nice thing was that maybe my father would turn a moment and I was pulling the ball. Then he turned, he saw that the ball was coming at him and crouched!
Wed 18
Another visit to relatives (which, as usual, I do not know). In the evening you try to watch Ghost Whisperer, but we discover that has been moved to Thursday. So we have made a film about 2 where it says "Thriller." Five minutes ... quarter of an hour ... half an hour ... an hour and still nothing happened. Then we turned off and we played cards. In the evening I finished reading a part of Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen King ... ah, I just went to check. The film, "Sweet Home Alabama" on the internet it says that is a comedy! What thriller!
Thu 19
I wake up with nausea. I decide to get up at 8 (the others were already up, and my brother just because he wanted to go out shopping with Mom). Go down, the nausea increases and meanwhile my legs shake. Mom gives me a basin for safety e. .. vomiting. Then mom goes away and Papua asked me to play cards. But before I go to the bathroom, and I could not tell if that was poop or pee coming down from the diarrhea was so much liquid! Be ', vomiting yet again and go to the bathroom again. Immediately after ... I'm fine! I eat meat and now I'm just fine! It should be '... salute you all, we load everything in the car and listening to De André. But I was too busy thinking about what I had invented ... I love the night! But do not tell you anything, ah ah! Spoiler of my story! Be ', just in part ... However, here I am!
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