Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Ontario Go Kart Regulation

December 15

December 15 .. has arrived. I'm at the airport in Tallinn, the flight leaves in 50 minutes. Back in Italy after 90 days, and I know that everything will be extraordinarily equal in my eyes and extraordinarily different. take advantage of these 50 minutes to make a small budget, not so much the first three months of this adventure Baltic, as of 2009. A year of transition, travel, change. Certainly aware of, or at least that we are tending. Wonderful memories and moments of difficulty .. every trip is a continuous succession of ups and downs. and it is good to remember that when you feel you can not infallibly sure that mistakes, and when you think you have lost everything you can only gain. The balance goes to extremes. The balance is close to the roots, the branches can go far but they are exposed, sometimes too much.
E 'was the year of decision for work. The bank is a good school teaches form, education, method, rigor. But it was definitely on my way. Luckily I met important people that I have "formed" in the sense of given form and way of thinking about myself and about them. I thank Luke Z. and M. Luke, both in the same way. So different and so strong, both. Two teachers, both.
2009 was the year of solitude after three years of married life. You can not make comparisons, the comparison fails. I often say to myself that it was a need to take a step back to take the next forward with absolute determination. And the firm awareness.
E 'was the year of Campagnolo tears, Piazza Maggiore arrival better than I've ever seen. It 'was the year of the consecration of a friendship that will last forever, because a language made of magic and sometimes silent.
E 'was the year in which it lost, I have found guides, masters. People older than me, that simply the way I are suggesting. Andrea Ivan and do not know but I hope soon to give them both the gift of knowing each other.
Now you go home for three weeks. Meeting all I have left. Meeting for the first
Fabrizio, the last friend in time that I met with the bike. I feel like I know you always dear Fabrizio, and the affection with which I've been around three months to cement our relationship. 9.30 meeting tomorrow!
Meeting the family, mom dad Ariadne, with whom I really want to spend Christmas.
Meeting friends, one more important than the other.
Meeting the hills, the bike, the inn senz'oste, Bonnie in the garage.

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