Life, it taught me to dieSo it's not hard to fallWhen you float like a cannonball...[Damien Rice - Canonball]
I write just for people who are far away from me.
So, from today for 3 weeks I'll blog in english only, so that people in Dublin can understand.
It's 8am now and we're somewhere in the sky above UK. Marco and Fabio are sleeping beside me, hidden by their headphones. Yes, they do have the same mp3 player, the same backpack, the same hairstyle, two beds in the same room and so on. They are brothers. For real. Believe me.
It was a very strange weekend. Divided between Dublin, the "wild" west coast and some random events in Cork, a kind of short holiday before the longer holiday in Italy of the next three weeks.
It was strange to be there.
Travelling on a posh bus, and then on a "rural" one.
Listening to a bus driver that looked more like a deejay, and then to the "banjo duo" in the best pub of the village.
Eating Carpaccio di Bresaola, Spaghetti al Pesto, Grana and drinking Chianti in a hostel.
Playing with the most stupid dog in the country.
Answering to the jokes of Matt, the "100% irish stories" of Sarah and the "questions" of Why about english words.
Fabio and Marco promised me they'll write something in english on their blogs (
here and
here)!
Now I should try to work on the Computer Vision assignment due tomorrow, but I'll just give up and sleep.
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tomorrow i'll try to scan the photos i took with my old camera and I'll publish them :)
update: the pictures will be ready on saturday :(