Only By The Situation I to "Blog Day Noantri" I did not participate. A little 'because, believe me, I do not have much time in recent days and a bit' because I could not recommend, among those I have already linked to a blog rather than another. Why do you all have a story to tell and do it all very bene, nel vostro modo unico e personalissimo.
Questo post, quindi, non fa parte del "Blog Day", né del "Blog Day de Noantri", ma è solo un promemoria. Voglio solo ricordarmi di ringraziare due persone in modo particolare: Pinklady , che fin dai miei primissimi giorni da blogger ha letto, vissuto e dato la sua sempre acuta opinione sulle mie avventure da emigrante per amore. Per me è sempre un piacere leggere le sue parole e le auguro di cuore di raggiungere in fretta il successo che merita.
La seconda persona che voglio ringraziare è Dearwanda . Ci conosciamo da poco, ma a pensarci mi sembra strano. Spesso la mattina non vedo l'ora di accendere il pc per poter leggere cosa ha scritto, dall'altra parte del mondo, questa ragazza che non ho mai nemmeno visto e che, malgrado questo, mi sembra di conoscere da una vita. L'amicizia, Wanda, a volte prende forme insolite e inaspettate. Per fortuna.
Un grazie extra anche a Duss , a Dioniso e ad Isa . Persone intelligenti e tante, tantissime risate!
Continua...!
Casini, casini e ancora casini! Non basta il famigerato impacchettamento, ci si mettono anche i soliti imprevisti e le probabilità. Mi sento come il fiaschetto sul tabellone del Monopoli, che esaurimento!
Dunque, viviamo in 2 camere and kitchen that look more like a basement: cardboard boxes everywhere, throw paper bags, plastic bags by throwing sacks of glass (divided by color, natürlich!) to throw. Never let me fall a little piece of plastic bag in the paper, because then I have to even argue with my Teutonic half because I'm not paying sufficient attention to the fate of the environment. And Oh well '.
In Rome, my best friend is going through a period unpleasant and painful and I can not be close if not over the phone, then a couple of days I tattooed the handset to your ear and I do everything with one hand (I'm specializing Yesterday I've even done the bathroom with the phone!). The Tax
Mannheim, or the local tax office sends us an account to pay on average every two weeks on the new house. How much do you pay in the end, this new apartment? Nobody knows.
I have a hormonal storm in progress, due to long PMS. I'm sick and it is very dangerous to be close to me. Sean knows it and, to date, carefully avoids creating irritating situations like speak to me for more than 3 times a night. Wise man.
In the picture, three of my fixations edible German:
the first is a dressing for salad (Salat Krönung Coronation mean salad!) Which I can not do without. The second is to chocolate muesli, here in the "if-then-and-rest-no?" , Ie the pack of 2 kg taken from Sean at the supermarket. Finally
yogurt Landliebe. If you've never tasted yogurt this Raspberry (or blueberry!), You do not know really know what yogurt Raspberry (or blueberry).
There would be a fourth, setting edible: the pretzel. Unfortunately, the poor did not survive until the time of the photo.
Next time, maybe!
Waiting time X In anticipation time X, to be triggered on September 17, we have spent the last day to empty cupboards and bookshelves and throw away old stuff. Frankly I can not wait to move because of being in here I really can not anymore. The previous owner began moving this week and I sincerely hope that I can finish before 17 September.
Before we move, however, renovate the bathroom, which is actually a scary room with pink health (ROSA!), brown floor (MARRONE!) and black shower (yeah, yeah, I wrote BLACK!). We describe the kitchen-style "camouflage" the guy who generously left us. But I pity you and save you today.
Two words on baths in Germany. In these parts it is customary to have the toilet in a room and the rest of the bathroom in another, it is obvious the presence of a window, while it is almost taken for granted the absence of a bidet.
Now, in view of what I have just written, we decided we would, indeed, to renovate the bathroom and we went a bit 'around to be aware of prices.
The company that we contacted sent us the quote last week and nearly faint from the shock: € 11,700 was their request, in 7300 and the rest working for the materials.
goes without saying that we must now find another firm to do the work at a lower price, but in Germany it is not easy, because manual labor is paid very well and a worker of this type do not take less than 20-25 € time. Absolutely right, of course, but not for my pocket. The greatest danger
is that Sean decides to do everything myself. So far I managed to convince him that it would not be able, but I do not know what will last. But because men are more confident of being able to do everything from plumbers to electricians, passing for chefs, gardeners and so on and so forth?
