Genoa ....
Embezzlement from the blog of Sere ;)
... Genoa is the appetizer to the Monument, a relaxed expression on his face sunburned after a day on the beach with flip flops and canvas trousers, a beer in hand with the sun caresses the mirror of the sea of Garibaldi in front of us and then slowly disappears behind the mountains.
At the end you always meet someone you know, even when you just do not want to see anyone. Sometimes it's almost impossible to even reach the bar and other times you do things that evening, sitting on the wall forever, week after week, same place.
Genoa is routine ... we, with our fixed points, a bit 'closed, a little' introverted, a little 'suspicious ...
not we open up now with those who do not know, sometimes we look with suspicion those who arrive in our midst and not because we fear something, but perhaps because we love our certainties and all that we do not know, just a little ', at least initially, it intimidates.
And we respect the space of others, we do not like to get off ...
... Genoa is the victim, we have always guaranteed to be in credit with the fate of having been wronged, that he got less than we deserve.
Genoa is with us ... the scooter, again, whatever the weather ... when it rains, in our yellow wax, fearless of the spray raised by bus and car lights in the rear. We go
spaces, traffic jams and bottlenecks in small we always went to it, the first traffic light.
Wind, traffic, rain or shine, we know that in a quarter of an hour to get there ...
not always respect the rules of the road, but basically there is an unwritten code for those in motion, is granted go to the bus lanes, pass right through the trees and parked cars.
And when we're on a scooter we hate those who create only machine casino
... ... Genoa is the city that is paralyzed when it rains ... the cars in second and third row of mothers and fathers in front of schools, traffic jams on Friday at six then without any real reason.
The narrow and steep streets we drive with confidence, we pass a few millimeters to other machines without the fear of touching and often without even slowing down, as if now our eye was the most accurate of engineers.
With the license taken here can not be afraid to drive in any other place. We
that when we drive a scooter you hate those who did not take precedence and are caught in spaces too small to be regarded with suspicion ...
Genoa is the cake ... hot, fragrant, eaten at 4 am after a night outside the range or at school or on the rocks when the school agree to skip it ... at home for breakfast on Saturday morning in the coffee-milk, or the one with the onions at lunch, maybe at the beach in summer and only say Milan is heavy ... ... a walk
Genoa Nervi, beautiful, beautiful ... her blue railings, benches and waves on the rocks, meet people who ran, with the families stroller, holding hands and old boyfriends who read the newspaper, very original Senegalese selling imitation designer handbags and sunglasses.
You can see the coast and in those rocks down there, the sea is very blue.
A corner of paradise that relaxes, reassures us, maybe a Friday night and has not done anything in which we find ourselves with friends to talk about one of those benches
... And then the rose garden, we makes you proud in the eyes of those who come from outside as if, at least in part, we created ourselves.
Genoa ... Piazza delle Erbe and alleys, which are not small, narrow and wet, but alive, who are among the city's history stones, bringing the scent of old restaurants and fresh pesto, which give us a little 'breathing in the warm summer evenings and shelter us from wind in winter.
not established a meeting place for all.
Genoa is beautiful ... even in winter, when the images on TV show the mist and snow, and we look out the window and the thermometer at 8 degrees think - "cold this morning!" - And the sun just a little 'more pale spring that makes us rediscover the beach with her sweater and sunscreen
... ... Genoa is the view of Corsica on a clear day is ... ...
Genoa Lanterna, insignificant in the eyes distracted the stranger, a beautiful and imposing our own, who always try looking at the port.
... Genoa is the overpass for a few unsightly, uncomfortable, and to pull down others ... but when we return after days spent outside, she is there to welcome us, as if he laid his mat and introduce it again in our life and is as if we spoke, showing the Tirrenia ferries, ships of Costa, the Expo and the Bigo and on the other hand, almost another corner of the world, the buildings on the heights, Prince, Miramare, Sottoripa, Via Gramsci via Pre ...
Genoa derby ... a perennial, in the words, bars, playgrounds and pride to show their colors, wool scarves in winter, summer T-shirts, stickers on helmets and once the stickers on the plates.
nervousness, anger among cousins, joy for their losses, and then, best friends, who have always opposed faiths ...
Genoa is an emotion ... those rare times when the snow falls ... Mount Bands that no longer seems even he, the beaches of Italy whitewashed course stability and perhaps even more children and adults who play as if they were in the mountains ... ... Bogliasco
Genoa, Parish and Sori ... where everyone knows everyone and you can still find the small Food and drug ...
Genoa ... is the pleasure of the restaurants, the wooden tables and pitchers of house wine, and Traso Sussisa, trofie pansoti pesto and walnut sauce, the menu on simple sheets of paper and satisfaction on your face when you leave ...
Genoa ... focaccette cheese in the walk in Recco, the cake that the whole of Italy has tried to imitate ... ...
Genoa on Via XX Saturday afternoon, the guys that pulled the tubs are ... Galleria Mazzini and Via XV April and their shops a bit 'more posh and rather more than within reach of all of Via San Luca, Piazza Banchi and Piazza Soziglia
... ... Genoa is the Cathedral of San Lorenzo and the unexploded bomb dropped War in that you can still see and touch with superstition and fear in Genoa ... ...
ways of the streets changed every six months, the holes in the asphalt covered only after someone has fallen, the perennial work and put the pieces even more dangerous to cover the holes.
... Genoa is the Madonna della Guardia, where everyone at least once, we vowed to walk if that certain thing is ... ...
Genoa Righi in the evening, inside the car to look a bit 'of intimacy ...
Genoa ... is too small for our ambitions, too old, we are happy to go away as soon as possible but already beyond Giovi we feel lost, as if they had taken at night, suddenly, our warm and safe covered, we lack the sea, we are missing your privacy and we look forward to coming back.
... Genoa is the dialect spoken in a few ... but now that almost everyone understands.
Genova Aurelia is ... with the sun in your face, the reflections of the sea, sailing boats, trees, flowers and serenity in the eye.
... Genoa is not true that we are stingy and do not bear it when people identify with this common place ... sometimes we're just a bit 'more judicious in the expenditure
... ... Genoa is the Christ of the abyss and trips boat, Portofino and Camogli, even more beautiful when seen from offshore.
... Genoa is the city of Colombo and it does not matter if there is gone, and many regard it as more English ... we have her home and before you know it is not true!
... Genoa is a lunch break without the beach, with the costume under his jacket and tie.
... Genoa is the fair of Saint Agatha, Brignole banquets at Christmas, the fires of St. John on June 24 and those of Recco Genoa ... ...
its forts, hiking in the mountains, the festivals of the hinterland, broad beans and salami Sant'Olcese.
... Genoa is the sea seen from my window ...
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