I came back home. To tell you the truth i came back a week ago 
I was busy surprising my parents, start again my old life and visit my friends, so i didn’t want to write here.
It was a beautiful experience, i saw lots of different places, but above all i met many great people. Now it’s time to stop for a while. And to organize lots of dinners … i don’t want to write here, but i want to tell stories 
A new journey starts now, it’s name is “find a job”!
see ya
I’m in Nottingham. I still couldn’t see Robin Hood, maybe it will be easier to meet the sheriff. Even tho they say that someone shoot him (but he didn’t shoot the deputy).
I’m coming from a couple of relaxing days spent in Wortley, close to Sheffield. Small village, in the middle of green fields and silence…except for the heating of the hotel.
And before Wortley i was again in Manchester. I must admit i appreciated it much more this time. I saw new parts of the city that are very nice. I had good company. And along the curry-mile you can eat really well, if you like curry of course!
Guess who i’ve met just by chance along the streets of Dublin!
If your answer is Michael Jackson, you’re wrong. Unfortunately he’s dead.
I’ve met the girl who hosted me in York! A completely random encounter, very much appreciated tho
…if there’s a ferry 
I liked Ireland, landscapes are beautiful both inland and along the coasts, music is wonderful, people are friendly, beer is great! But i can’t say i was stupefied by it as it seems it happened to lots of people i’ve met. So today i’ll go back to England, to visit old friends and meet new ones.
Don’t trust crazy polish girls.
Corollary: don’t trust someone who drinks beer with a straw.
Explanation: you could find yourselves paying for a taxi to a strange club lost in the ass of the city and without even entering it, ’cause you seems to be in the movie “Hostel” instead of a nice night in a european capital. And finish the night walking back to the city center under the incessant irish rain.
…but in the end i had a fun time 
Yes, i did it again. I was in Limerick (nothing special as a city, but there’s a nice student life) trying to find an open wireless connection to look for an answer from some couchsurfers. I stop on a sidewalk ’cause there had been a car accident. After a short while a guy stop close to me to ask me what happened, we start chatting, i tell him about couchsurf and that i was looking for a “couch”. After less than 10 minutes he tells me, well, why don’t you come at my place tonight? i immediately reply to him: sure!
It is a students house, there is him (an irish), an irish girl, a french girl, a french guy, and an italian girl. No, it’s not a joke It was nice to talk again in italian, and the evening was very interesting. All of them were nice and hospitable and soon enough there will be 4 more couchsurfers
Since on monday, the next day, started the rag week, a week dedicated to charity, but in reality an excuse for students to organize parties, they told me: you should stay! you can’t miss the rag week! Ok! Thanks and here it comes again a great night!
At the moment i’m in Dublin, just arrived after visiting Kilkenny. Kilkenny is a nice town, small and easily visiting by feet, the only problem was that almost everything was closed since we’re not in the touristic season. And the distillery too, even tho it’s his 300th anniversary, is open only two months during summer.
But they have nice nights in Kilkenny. I’ve been in an open mic night. Small bands, or soloists were playing a bit of everything on the stage. Everyone was very good! The only downside? No irish music
Quick update from a pub in Galway. I’m in Ireland! Paddy’s day has been nice, but not exceptional, i was in a city called Sligo, and to tell the truth, i didn’t like it. Giant’s causeway is wonderful, funny the friday night in galway: good music, happy people (3 germans, 2 americans, a couple of true irish, a french, 4 portuguese + everyone else i didn’t met ). Today i’ll go to Limerik. ciao ciao
view from the italian chapel
Orkney Islands are without trees,but except for that are beautiful. And cold In these days it snowed almost every day, and froze during the night. Sea and snow, a nice mix Even tho they are small, they can offer a lot. From 5000 years old tombs, standing stones (a group of stones spread in the south part of the main land (stenness)), an italian chapel build by italian war prisoners in the ’43. Beyond the historical part, there’s the nowadays part (seriously?!) there are lots of pubs, where it’s nice to go in and feel “at home”. Scottish welcome is lovely and warm! And live folk music (you can find it everywhere in Scotland!), if you happen to be in Kirkwall during the weekend, go to “the reel” cafe’ on a saturday night, you’ll be surprised by a group of musician who gather together freely to play some good music.
All grandmas are the same
Autobus to Thurso, 3 hours trip, almost every seat occupied. You sit, leaving the seat close to you free, after 2 minutes an old lady, 75 years old (she seemed younger) take the seat at your right. You start talking, she’s friendly, she have traveled a lot, you talk about everything. When is time to get off the bus the lady start to shake your hand and hidden under her fingers 5 pounds…you start to say no thanks, but the answer is sharp:”i’m a grandma, let me do my job!”. Thanks, good luck for everything. Farewell.
Finally an espresso worthy of that name! Good, creamy, not watered down as usual. And i found it in Scotland! In Inverness, at the corner between Queensgate and Church street there’s a steak house where i ate a very good hamburger and so so chips (they know how to make good hamburgers here in UK, but they still have to improve on the chips) but i would never expected to find a good espresso. Alleluia!
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