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Finally after a long search I managed to find a ride with Ride - $ 20 per share up in Albuquerque, NM, for the legendary Route 66, which I must say a mythical very little, only to be long, go in the middle of nowhere and Casino have fanned out in various reserves of Native America. Why own stocks being run, are gambling their entry main, and this is good because at least begin to build structures within the reserve. I went to visit one, they seemed to be in Mexico, poor, without paved roads and the people lying in their homes of mud waiting for the support of the state of America now, I would not want to insinuate anything, but there plenty of room for everyone here, agree that the land was theirs, but now the owners are dead!
Mexico Albuquerque style is much more of Mexico itself, the houses are all brown and when I explained that in my village can not paint the house the color you want but the council from the different color options and I have laughed ... maybe not realize that they live cacchetta color in a city?? The family that hosted me I was filled with food and a little 'that's why I chose to be honest. Santa Fe
much prettier, a city art gallery, are everywhere and in my opinion a view seen them all. They also happened during the week of free museums in one especially beautiful, the conquest of the Far West. For July 4th, Independence Day, were organized activities, concerts throughout the day and morning of Pancakes! Because they were looking for volunteers and so I offered the morning she saw me in the guise of dealing with its coffee, clear that the ' I did a charity and not for pancakes, coffee and a free T-shirt, Well let's say that if they gave me to eat I would have never happened.

The first guy I stayed all day listening to classical music and singing, the second lived a little 'outside the pool but had, in fact, Santa Fe's last days were spent lazing in the sun before leaving Kansas City, I stopped a couple of days by the family to Albuquerque, I met his daughters and son was sent to an Italian restaurant, I ate everything! Parmigiana, pasta with artichokes, veal and tiramisu the night ... I am not able to sleep ... but what satisfaction! I found a Diner in Albuquerque, '50s-style restaurant on Route 66, seemed to be in Grease!

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The next day the boy awoke and happier after a hearty breakfast with panettone Silvia Marchesi who had brought him from London entered the studio, decided to take up his thesis. But when he opened the iBook, he found a note written in crayon. It is not at all surprised to find it. Silvia did not go without ever leaving a mark of its passage. It was his style and he liked it.

"I feel a CARTOON, SO
never dies,
not cease to exist, the children laugh

DO NOT PARTICULARLY SMALL AND LARGE PROJECTS

STRONTIUM IN ANY SMALL SPACE AND WITHOUT AIR, WHERE
small computers,
the desire to have small profit you're rushing. "

E 'Lucio Dalla, but I think so too.
Put a glass out the window and wait. When it is full of rain we drink to us. To our being so different in this brothel's happening in our lives, our being so similar in common way to feel and believe in people and love. We are no longer children, we are not yet adults. Let us at least it was nothing, alone.

Your Silvia.

The boy folded the sheet in half, closed the computer and left. It was a wonderful day. It was hot and decided to take a ride in the center but the bike had a flat tire and the front desk where to leave his comfort at that pump was bolted.
goalkeeper had confessed that it was enough to push the old wooden door to open it, even when it was locked. The boy he had never tried it but that day he needed to clear a bit 'ideas and there was no nothing better than a nice ride. So she took courage and went to the concierge. He pushed up the left wing of the door, made sure that no one came down the stairs and opened with a bang. He looked immediately to the left, behind the chair, but the pump was not the usual place. Cursing his laziness and disorder of the goalkeeper tried in the booth. In the closet, under the table, even in the broom closet. Nothing. He had to go out and shutting the door behind him by forcing the lock with another rap equal and opposite to the first. And luckily this time no one even came down the stairs. He went back to light in May and looked at the bike the wheel on the ground, looking for an alternative solution. He was not going to surrender. The day was too good to return home. To do what? Watch TV? Read? Same with potatoes.

let alone get to study. He felt too nervous for that. The beloved had turned upside down. He was really that bad? Yet had told him that David was growing beautifully, that as parents become attached to the child also became softer to her. That they were helping to raise him and his feelings of guilt were slowly disappearing along with the memory of that bastard Alberto. And he? How was he? He had always considered Silvia her best friend and he felt particularly close to her and share in his life, yet he had to admit that their lives had taken different paths since the city had changed his homosexuality to live without guilt and waiver. The day seemed so far gone along with Silvia at school in Milan. She had become a mother now. He was gay and even if it could never have a child because of his illness. And even adopt it. Of course they were both single but for very different reasons. Yet according to her were so similar in the choice of loneliness. The pain of that loneliness.

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The idea was to continue for the legendary Route 66, then to San Francisco via Los Angeles have come to Flagstaff.Il trip was by bus and even with the Greyhould thousand people had warned me that they were poorly placed to the buses, I never would have thought they were worse than Bolivians. Not one but two incidents of minor, but two accidents in three hours! No more Greyhould, they did not even projected a movie! So I arrived in the town saw me arrive five hours late to meet me at the bus station, Matt, a boy couchsurfer country-style, in fact, a professional musician. Flagstaff is really beautiful here do not lock their houses. They are all friendly and everyone seems to be musicians. City dry and windy same fire, the pair of Cs that was to house the next day due to evacuate due to fire in the garden, never mind that I stopped by Matt gave a party and I attended my first jam session, ie the succession of musicians who improvise freely and all good, but just singing, but it was nice in the background there was the smoke of the fire, spectacular!
I managed to contact two Australian girls too, passing through the city and together we rented a car, automatic transmission is exceptional, how many things can be done more easily with one hand free! Maybe it was not made for that but that's cool!
And, yes, the Grand Canyon is immense, breathtaking, spectacular, more so on and so forth ù! Amazing, huge, F. me side way, OMFG! There you feel really small, and because I did not pay the secondary entrance hall, which is not bad. The next day, but always with the Corolla without super speed, I went to Sedona, but there open-mouthed in front of mountains shaped by the wind and weather. My last couchsurfer was Daniel, boy (here the air is good) with a fantastic home and an adorable dog do not bark and is already a plus, the last days in this town I spent cycling around and taking pictures of fires through several BBQ!
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