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Here to gray happens sometimes become meteorosensitivity for fear of the weather. So, in advance, you will suffer the gray thinking how you will suffer even more when it's gray.
Sometimes it goes almost mad, and even more so if you are practical people, trying to prevent problems before they occur. On the other hand, tent'anni advertising that says that prevention is better than cure could not but be impacted. So as a practical person
Lilù may decide to fight the winter blues and indulge in some spin here and there over the weekend.
ideas are different: to be seen in Edinburgh and Vienna autinnali twilight with snow and mulled wine, then the cold of Scandinavia, but before it gets too cold. All things to do and as soon Lilù does not give half measures, he decides to make them not only now but all. I do not mind it and I join in right away, gagging the conscience not to think for a second.
So a few weeks off we go. On Friday, the plane is a good excuse to leave work after only 8 hours and take bus 300, which brings in about twenty minutes from the mills campaigns Chiesavecchia Amstel one of the largest airports in Europe. It does the check-in, departure and return Sunday night or when you have the courage, on Monday morning, directly from the office.
In return you get a long window two days on the life of a city. He discovers how to travel from the airport to the center, how they work by public transport, which is considered the center square, where shops, museums, palaces. You try the local beer.
In two days one gets a rough idea, you can say "been there" and the handle on the appropriate color Facebook application.
In two days you've got a picture with a color theme, like a - but only one, maybe two - of Rouen Cathedral by Monet, Warhol or Marilyn, to make the idea.
In Edinburgh we took more water than an ant under a drying rack. And the washing machine must have been full of golf blacks, judging by the color of the sky. Edinburgh I remember in china, with shading in charcoal, drawn by the wind. Instead, in Vienna there was snow, which made just sketched the outlines of a HB pencil lead. And Bruges, and a watercolor still wet.
Only in Valencia we found the yellow sun of the primary temperature of a boy of medium, but it was May. This gives an idea of \u200b\u200bhow little good they do winter weekends to those meteoropathic.
Sunday, the return train from the airport, Lilù confessed to me: perhaps the weekend away should do it in summer. And I, I could not think of our new year, already programmed in the white heart of Sweden, with the night set at two and a half from advertising and temperatures of vodka.