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Holidays "laxative" in ValeF - Part I ° - The Monastery of St. Catherine in the Sinai and Dahab

Hello to all / i! Perhaps someone will have realized that I'm back (I wrote a few comments here and there, I'm not good at hiding the traces !!).. For the record, I returned last week from a vacation more "caccose" of my life and of human history ..

Yes, because among the goals of my crocierina - booked many months ago - there was anche l'Egitto....

Penso che a questo punto abbiate capito tutto...
Sta di fatto che, dopo 3 gg di crociera regolare, il viaggio, che prevedeva come tappe successive la Valle dei Re e Il Cairo, si è tragicamente interrotto in Giordania.

E da lì non ci siamo più mossi, presi in consegna sull'Hotel galleggiante presso il porto di Aqaba a guardare sconsolati il Mar Rosso, che nemmeno potevamo "testare" se non in piscina (a meno che qualche temerario non volesse farsi un tuffo dal ponte!?) ..

In quei momenti, a contemplare nostalgicamente la distesa placida delle acque, mi sono sentita un pò come ne "Il vecchio e il mare", o meglio, per rispettare almeno la mia identità sex, I should say "The old and the Sea ..

short, if I had made the mental journey to admire the Sphinx and the Pyramids, I are found to admire, in the case of most fortune the backside of a camel on the road (there are normal carriages do not exist, there are camels to pull the carriages and, if you are close, careful where you put your feet .. No dates !!??)
Moreover, during the forced stop in Aqaba, I also took a kind of deadly plague, which did not allow me to put my nose out of the cab for a day ..

Me miserable, my poor wretch!? (say that!? do you remember?)

But Vaffa (give me the onset) to my workaholic spirit that I not even a day off at Christmas .. maybe if I rested a bit more, it was better ..

So if I was hoping to relax, I'm back from vacation in this beautiful one, more or less under these conditions ..

But oh well, since you can not cry over spilled milk and because, above all, I have no chest hair to tear from the pain, I'll see at least some photos of the trips that we have to do ..

1 DAY OF THE HUNT - VACATION: THE SINAI AND M ONASTERO OF S. Catherine of Alexandria

below the pleasant lands of the Sinai, as you see, a place hospitable, hospitable ..

a Bedouin near the Monastery

goats bleating and stinking of Sinai, but very, very pricey!

as promessoVi, the rump of the camel in the foreground - protagonist - and us poor wretches that we climb the slopes of the mountains of the charming place to take photos from the Monastery

And finally , the Monastery! (Nb, you can not take pictures of the church and is full of emaciated cats, poor hearts! Oh, and of priests and a bit filthy bearded Copt)

the Burning Bush Moses (it will be for what we have put a fire extinguisher?? strange humor Coptic ..)

second stage: the desert of Sinai to Dahab, a town of Sharm sea type

L ' Dahab hotel where he stopped

And there could be missing a cat of Sinai

interior of 'dream hotel

the town of Dahab - below what I believe to be a local stationery ..

spice shop, coral mummified, etc. ..

Dahab in the sunset

signs local

soon for the second episode of the holidays "laxative" in ValeF

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second Good evening to all = D
Start thanking Daily fashion wishes for the wonderful prize assigned to me \u0026lt;3
I do not like a lot of the blog- tags, but this was pretty neat and I decided to participate ..

Rules prevedono di taggare e ringraziare all'inizio del post il blogger dal quale avete ricevuto il tag,scrivere 7 notizie random su se stessi e taggare i propri 15 ''stylish blog'',senza dimenticare di avvisare i/le blogger! Iniziamo =D


1) Sono la freddolosa per eccellenza...detesto il freddo,amo l'estate e sono meteoropatica..
2) Tornando al punto di prima...amo l'inverno per un solo motivo XD Ovvero perchè,a differenza dell'estate,posso truccarmi come,dove e quando voglio senza dover fronteggiare con il sudore =D
3) Amo disegnare,leggere,scrivere,ascoltare musica,truccarmi,fare sport,viaggiare,bloggare e tanto more ... spin doctors are a = D
4) My biggest dream is to do the make up artist .. but I have a little 'afraid to admit it and I am sure that many will not believe me or take me for crazy = D
5) I have a slower metabolism of the story! After diecimilamillemiliardi of sacrifices to get to my well-deserved 53 kg, I realized to feel pure envy all those people who eat what they want without getting fat .. what luck!
6) I love my dog \u200b\u200bmore than my own life ... it was the greatest gift, and a history of always wanted ..!
7) I believe in this blog ... and I think about you ... seriously!


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If I had a work I'd planned to get up at eight to go in one of those agencies where you make use of corporal worse than a serf for a few euro and thanks as well when you have time you find a job even for a month or two and then Mr. Flyers for this position you do not have enough experience to this other but I fear they have too much. If I woke up at eight to the sound of the alarm and had instead decided that, given the circumstances, I might still be sleeping a little, do half an hour, or rather a 'now. If I had not woken up at ten past I would go into one of these agencies of corporal in Turin, rather than one closer to, do I come from. If I had money in the portfolio would not be going to withdraw from an ATM. If I had not gone to the ATM to withdraw I would not have decided, given that the City is right in front, to go and ask an 'information to the registry offices, since it was there. If you got there there was not all that tail, which prompted me to let go and retrace my steps. If the car in front of me had not blown the parking lot. If the driveway I had parked in front of which he had dedicated the sign probably would not have approached. If you realize you have parked in front of a driveway had not been distracted by the driver of the car behind that looks a lot like a woman with whom I would gladly come back to bed. If you had not happened all these sad circumstances, I probably will not hit the damn black car (nera! sic) stop at traffic lights as I left the parking lot, scraping my front bumper to its rear bumper, causing yet another unfortunate episode in my life punctuated by an impressive array of major trouble, which often involve financial sphere, in a moment here, when my financial sphere is quite loose and does not roll that much good.

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From the window of my house every so often you see America. I was four days in bed with the flu. Like when I'm sick. I have a simple task and clear to play. I just have to heal. The problem is all other times. Job Search work every day but every day is never found. He hides in there somewhere. Meanwhile, the ground around me is crumbling. While the rest stop. Slowly. When I go out and pretend to go somewhere. You do not notice right away. The people who live around it. Women, men. When there is more land, then rush to the famous chasm, and then there will be all so trivially obvious. The bills to pay, to invent excuses for not going out with friends, money to save. These days I found a diary I kept when I was nineteen. Written by hand, when things were written by hand, with the blue pen and calligraphy uncertain, pulled, twisted and suffering. I started leafing through it at random. On 23 September I met a fantastic girl in the men's room of a cinema during the screening of Forrest Gump. We smoked a joint and we kissed. On leaving I asked her phone number and she said it was better not. On July 18 it was raining and I was very sad. On April 5, Kurt Cobain died. In 1994 Kurt Cobain was one of my best friends. On April 16, Irene Pivetti was elected president of the Chamber of Deputies. On April 26, Giusy phoned me and told me that he felt strange. I suggested to take something, maybe it was just a headache. No, I need to spend some 'alone, he said. Ah, ok. Maybe I'll call you tomorrow, I said. But not I never call. Nor has she has done more. I enjoyed a lot Giuseppe. Her hair was the color of honey and green eyes. A big ass packed into the Levi's one size less. This time I attached the phone and I put on a Sepultura album. I turned off the stereo after a few minutes because the music drew me to madness and screaming I scratched the vocal cords. There was a heavy silence that filled my room. I picked up the guitar and I wrote a song in English. I swear I'll never cry again *, I started singing with the voice from screaming irrochita before. Then I burst into tears. That was not the last time. The songs I wrote almost never come true.

* I swear I will not cry anymore.