Looking back last month and see the road I have traveled. As we walked over to me seemed to be suspended in a comfortable familiar environment, without affection, safety, people irreplaceable memories. But the pleasure to walk on their land has ancestral roots. I want to retrace the last month to fully understand where they are now. The first thoughts go to my best friend Fabrizio. The last pearl of my adventure ciclocurioso got. I remember the 18 minutes of San Lorenzo at his side Wednesday, December 16. All shades of green and marrore were present, with hints of yellow and orange. Then jump in the silent white with Andrew and Chris Paul, and the peace of the refuge Averau. The sound of the snowshoes in the snow, the fear of the yoke, the hot tea to infinity, the stub that warms your back, the dishes and the friendliness of Sandrone, I doubt the long, frozen diesel fuel and the inauguration of the white bar. But on the whole infinite Nuvolau refuge. And
find Ivan usual intersection of St. James as if nothing had happened after Aug. 22, with the same if not increased desire to be seen speaking to ride together. Fabrice F. and Louis G. I have always been close.
And then it was always faster than a treadmill Gift Cards panettone between familiar faces and hugs with loved ones. A door with a draft open, closed by the winter wind.
The soccer matches, Andrea and Robert Alexander. Lunch of the hare, the spaghetti with ossada o'clock on the night of panevin. Some
line fever and ran home to mom Solidea always special for a barbecue in front of the fireplace with Paul, Paul Welcome and our captain. The
greeting by Fabrizio intersection Resera-Arfanta.
And the greeting in the morning of 9 Fabrizio with the car in no parking (but he can).
Here I am, five days later, many new data in mind and already many relational feedback on the battlefield. Next month will accrue to the decision and the junction is approached.
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