Well, what about this summer bursting back. All were now certain that it would be a rainy summer, disgusting, shivering, some other word that ends dare?!?
In short, we took it for granted that we would not see a week of sunshine in a row. Instead, as usual, mother nature has denied, because as we have tools to help us to "predict" what will happen, there is always a margin of error that makes us return to our place, and avoid feeling too much "higher". Closed parentheses philosophical ... ;-)
were saying ... Summer finally arrived with all its power! And we did not lose any time to throw in the water, and then, taking advantage of his cousin who rented the cottage by the sea for the entire month of June, we were given a weekend to get some sun and spit become less similar to the paper . I must say that this year's costume test was a disaster ... just tell my cousin's exclamation: "Ao ... what kills you You're thin! ... You have become half of an ox!" So this year I really
penalty, but we hope to back on track very soon.
The weekend was a blast, partly because they happened a couple of very funny things, the most "fun" (so to speak) is this:
Saturday evening my uncle (who rented the house near my brother in law) invites us all to dinner out for a pizza. My cousin (the ox) in a book your restaurant other than the uncle who usually know because my sister does not like pizza (sacrilegiooooo!!). We get ready, 4 to go and chat before split at 20.30 we arrived at the restaurant.
Since it seemed that something was wrong in the right direction, because the restaurant was half empty at the tables, but there was a mess of people to take the round pizzas to take away. Not only that, while we were waiting for the waiter to take orders we hear a crash coming from the kitchen ... but initially we have not given much weight and we continued to chat.
After about 15 minutes waiting, we decided to make us feel and ask if someone was taking orders at the tables. We can get someone to come and eivtare decide things too complicated for tipoco pizza menu: fried and then directly to the round pizzas. We get to talk again and spend another 20 minutes, not even the shadow of fried or beverages. know very well that evening in summer the sea after taking the sun and have a body temperature already slightly high, a nice glass of ice cold beer or coca-cola is all there, so you can imagine that in our throat conditions were: starting to produce foam!
finally arrive drinks and fried (in 2 installments) and literally as we devour everything they put into it before we see the waiter approach the table next to us and said these words: "Sorry, but we had a problem. The supplier does not which has the led the mozzarella and then we can not make more pizza. " All this while the restaurant will continue to leave piles of round pizzas incartonate for customers who would not have eaten in the restaurant.
Minute of general embarrassment, but ultimately decided to table the other optare per l'unica cosa che il ristorante poteva fare: linguine all'astice.
Noi nel frattempo parlavamo di soppiatto dicendo di quanto eravamo stati fortunati ad arrivare prima degli altri ed ordinare le nostre pizze... le classiche ultime parole famose (santi proverbi)!!
Arrivati alle 22:00 con nello stomaco solo un paio di supplì e qualche bicchiere di birra, ha iniziato a serpeggiare tra di noi un leggerissimo sospetto! Dopo neanche 5 minuti lo stesso cameriere si è avvicinato al nostro tavolo con lo sguardo cupo, senza risciure a distogliere gli occhi dal pavimento. Non c'era bisogno di aggiungere altro: la pizza non sarebbe mai arrivata quella sera!
C'è stato un momento di... come dire... friction between the husband of my cousin who had booked and the owner of the restaurant, but in the end we opted not to ruin the evening and already send their sorrows with the classic "aio oio and" Roman, muted by bombs nutella! Basically, in the end we got to laugh.
cmq remains that it seems quite absurd that a restaurant can find the excuse for not doing more of the mozzarella pizzas ... is Saturday night in a seaside town already full as if it were August ... that history guys!
Apart from this minor mishap, the weekend is gone, as I said, shipped, spoiled only by the beating that Italy has taken action against Spain.
Ale on the beach made good on the first day will be split with his paddle half a ton of sand, while the second has run up to the navigation and did not want to hear out of the water. Of course I captured every moment with my Canon, and I'm out of the picture, in my humble opinion, amazing. Waiting for the new target, these shots are definitely to be printed. As usual you can look here
Ok folks, it's all for today.
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