The Italian highways are like home to me, runs from south to north, from east to west for almost twenty years. I have seen birth and implementation of all projects relating to the third and in some areas even the fourth lane. The A1 is my favorite, unfolds before you as unn tape, now black, now gray, white stitching marks. Lazy, hot, and glistening in the rays of summer sun, cold, leaden, frozen to death during the period winter. Its landscape varies with the seasons and across regions. The highlight of the landscape reaches its beginning through Umbria and Tuscany. The rolling hills, the Mediterranean maquis, the towers that you find hidden among cypress trees in front, side and you scroll through the acacia trees, interspersed with patches of gorse on the slopes or the guard rail.
Staging points and roadside restaurants are a modern Babel. You meet people from all over the world, and if you stop a moment to recognize those who run holidays for those who work, who uses some parts like the ring of the city where he lives. Did you know that the famous roadside restaurants in the deck, overlooking the A1, are works of design 60 years of three architects: Angelo Bianchetti, Carlo Melchiorre Bega and Casati?
A CD, forgotten in the car to my daughter keeps me company. A nice compilation: to stay or Should Be Should Be Gone The Clash, Ligabue through with the smell of sex, to Vasco with the wonderful Wonderful , accompany me during the 645 km route ... "Amazing" me singing all aloud, looking at a picture I realize that time flies and life is what counts .... and one who lost is life ...... so take it ..... What do you want more than that .....
The thing that still causes me a bit of surprise to note is the usual reaction to a woman traveling alone, by some truckers. Starting with the trumpet, then everything follows a flash, I doubt that any derivation of the alphabet Morse, and you can be certain, that if there are other trucks along your route, the music continues for quite a while. After years
happens less and less, will be that I'm getting old? Hahaha .... or even good manners are on the rise Oh well .... say it is.
Staging points and roadside restaurants are a modern Babel. You meet people from all over the world, and if you stop a moment to recognize those who run holidays for those who work, who uses some parts like the ring of the city where he lives. Did you know that the famous roadside restaurants in the deck, overlooking the A1, are works of design 60 years of three architects: Angelo Bianchetti, Carlo Melchiorre Bega and Casati?
A CD, forgotten in the car to my daughter keeps me company. A nice compilation: to stay or Should Be Should Be Gone The Clash, Ligabue through with the smell of sex, to Vasco with the wonderful Wonderful , accompany me during the 645 km route ... "Amazing" me singing all aloud, looking at a picture I realize that time flies and life is what counts .... and one who lost is life ...... so take it ..... What do you want more than that .....
The thing that still causes me a bit of surprise to note is the usual reaction to a woman traveling alone, by some truckers. Starting with the trumpet, then everything follows a flash, I doubt that any derivation of the alphabet Morse, and you can be certain, that if there are other trucks along your route, the music continues for quite a while. After years
happens less and less, will be that I'm getting old? Hahaha .... or even good manners are on the rise Oh well .... say it is.
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