Wednesday, December 1, 2010

What Can A Pregnant Woman Eat From Pappadeaux

all done!


Italian super weekend intense gone!
arrived on Thursday evening last night in our nest Liss.
last Friday morning awakening in the top of the snow-covered roof of the Brianza, at 8 that the movers arrived with a herd of 8 people have begun to dismantle the house, Takeaway cartons, boxes, plants and umbrellas.
appointment at 9 in the center to do the deed of the house with Paul after a long, long reading all the documents, a couple of firmette and voila, the house is gone. We drank coffee and chocolate bar!
quick visit to the bank to close our loan (yuppieeeeee) and return to our home waiting monza distributed on multiple trucks.
4 pm it was all assembled, the furniture put back in the same location of the house in Liss, but the house different .. what a strange feeling!
a pile of boxes six feet high in the center of the study tells us what to do on Saturday and Sunday!
we started to arrange the room, the bedroom and kitchen .. little problem with the kitchen, taking half the size we now have 4 boxes of useless and useful things that we do not know where to put!
but fatigue took over and we left the rest to return the Notre Christmas.

Friday I did a little spring in the house in Liss, to see if the movers had forgotten something or left some Segnacco and entering, seeing her again was an unexpected empty dejavu: no less than three years ago after our deed and I luca super thrilled with the keys in hand, we went to the first time since the first tenants in our apartment, not perfect but unique, original, with something that makes you fall in love at first sight. Perhaps the strangest corners mansard rooftops, mountain views from Lecco, the light that floods the house all day long .. will be ... and still there in that house we lived unforgettable experiences, the endless choice of details of the kitchen, the furniture from the past weekend to select all The first opening dinner, the cat on the roof, the arrival of mosquito nets, the swallows every June to teach children to fly by our window sill, the proposal, marriage, the arrival at home after the wonderful honeymoon and goodbye to two years in London!

now begins life with full English, with fewer thoughts about Italian mortgage and bills, but a place that speaks to us every time we return home!
take care and enjoy the snow!

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