After some thought we moved the family summer home that is 30 minutes drive from unsafe Piacenza. Select special was not ... :) I said - I need solitude, the Internet and a sense of security, and isolated house in Pigatstsano where officially live 20 people, ideal under these conditions. So we moved. And just in time. At padanskuyu plain mist descended. No, not fog - Tumanische! It is impossible to determine the time of day, and the machine always go with the lights on. But at the time, as Piacenza was lost in the fog here in the hills, constant sun shines! And it's very warm in spring. Feelings winter is not at all. How it was dank and cold in November and December, and is down to the car to the river, immediately plunged into a terrible darkness from which batters small chill. Here, in a shirt and boots, I went to check who died last year, oleanders, and not even cold. A few oleanders that have survived, so still covered with leaves and vigorous green.
Here I wake up at the first light and go out on the veranda, to feel like a kidnapped princess, imprisoned in a castle on top of a steep cliff, shrouded in clouds ... :) There is some truth, and considerable. :)
Here is a white sea at 8 am. At the "bottom" is quite dark.
sometimes buried in plaid or with a computer on his knees, his legs stretched out in front of the fireplace, I associate myself with any American writer, alone in the Italian province for the sake of writing a book (in my opinion, even a movie on this subject).
Road, Bell Tower, the valley - that from these species began My Italy. His first week in Italy, the first blue sky I saw it here, and the first ever drank cappuccino at the bottom, near a river. That's why every time when we went down to the car, I become very powerful euphoria - a psychological anchor of incredible happiness.
It seems that here was not born a romantic story:
local church was immortalized in one of the houses:
Misty padanskaya plain:
distance, well guess the outlines of the Alps, which in summer is very rarely seen because of the haze.
The sunny side:
Sometimes the fog lifted slightly and bring forth among the trees long, cold language, but still never envelops our house like a wall, so that by sun - always incredible golden glow, and from the sky - a piercing blue. It is indescribably beautiful. Paint is very fresh and the sky is Recalls Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk:
But frontier home now and then drowning:
There is absolute silence, heard only Fighting magpies rare birds and the bell. Even there is no wind. And well hear my new fan - Garfield. Yes, we've got their own flirtatious Garfield - beggar part-time distinguished songster and storyteller of tales. And then there are the neighbors, the British, an entire musical band, which arranges every weekend concert the whole village.
By the way, I am here not scary: kukuyu here one until late evening. Because even though wooden door, but the double and multiple Shutters can be opened from the outside with an ax. So I'm calm like a tank. It is not a coward. :) All my fears are related to events in childhood. It is still not paranoia and mentality. Since my childhood I was accustomed to nature, but terribly afraid of the empty streets and dark alleys. In J. all the way around.
And finally, a little mist padanskogo DO C:
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