Yes, we are in Melbourne. Even as a little 'to tell the truth.
E 'lazy life Melbournese that pulls you in like a vacuum cleaner and you unconsciously, you are in that bag of art in motion, lovely cafes, concerts, newspapers and more vintage flea markets. Good food and true friends make it to the main scene, like a painting in motion.
We live in one of the Kibbutz of oltreocean-i, another home stesso spirito.
Condivisione e aiuto reciproco.
Il tutto si svolge sotto una coltre costante di nubi che minacciano bufera grande ma che finora ci han graziato, lasciandoci, per così dire, al buio h24. Il sole fa capolino solo per poche ore, per pochi giorni, durante il lungo autunno SudVictoriano. E ovviamente, come buon spirito australiano, non si perde nemmeno un raggio di quel sole in letargo, per festeggiare a barby e buon spirito australiano.
Solo che di raggi ce ne sono stati solo uno e quindi attendiamo con ansia di celebrare nuovamente il “divin cuocere”.
Nel frattempo manicaretti da tutto il mondo vengono sfornati ogni sera; india, medioriente, con una forte influenza italiana. Una sorta di via della seta culinary fact.
Our room is a wonderful sunroof (as they say in Italian? Ah, yes, veranda) as large as the ns.Van in Perth but with a garden view and a lot of (gray) light.
The veranda of a house at auction.
Here we live with Charlie, a dwarf albino conigliozzo. And you say, "what the fuck, has it all!"
Oh no you guys do not understand, the Petshop environment is one that counts, one that goes like hot cakes.
Charlie has three months, caca everywhere and loves raisins.
And shots of the gorge and Lake Dubay daily delight in instructing the victim to become a good rabbit dog town. Call for raisins, and cuddles kisses (incredibly reciprocated) as soon as rooms in the arm. Charlie loves
Erika. Trotta Home until one is found, the jump in her lap, as it is spread all over the Nutella on bread good and looks languid carezzotti rabbit in places unknown
As soon as the massage, it shakes, jumps to his beloved's neck and kisses her passionately infinity. After a few intense minutes
Erika let him go and bold jump on me, two girettini, two sniffatine and then tells me, piss on him, that "that there" is his stuff. How sweet, Charline the dwarf albino! These days
deliciously drowsy, where the wind shakes the maples and birches of these ornamental gardens lush, reminding them that it is time to change his skin, to prepare for winter, the wind that brings him leaves and dried fruits, yellow gold and bronze on, take them to heaven and leaves them gently to the ground, leaving insurmountable mountains of dry leaves everywhere that even if all rakes after two minutes is like before, here, in one of these days delightfully sleepy Jacob was born, the son of Leah and Yuvi. What a blessing! So I spend our days
Melbourniani, including a walk, and some brotherly embraces caccolina be collected here and there. Cradled by the pleasure of small things.
And awaiting the return to Perth, scheduled for later this month. Just enough time to
impacchetare a bit 'of things and then .... Italy! Italie!
Our Beautiful room
Pop and His New Friends
Breads fire
Charlie in on 'cottage
Bacetti undertaken
Pizza Tel Aviv
ousted Lake
