Released by the highway entrance to a dirt road that winds between the fields of the Po Valley.
The house became more and more Small gardens with larger and larger.
right out the window I see a pheasant that I look at it from 2 meters.
After 1 km the road ends at the gate of the park, which is closed for "vacation".
left a group of six pheasants look at the car.
There are keyboards that roar, that dazzle monitor, mouse that run under the palm.
There are no phones ringing, its outlook spewing yellow bags to burst.
There are 1.0 and 2.0. There are no noises.
's like being suddenly come to Frittoli.
That 's where my blog stops .
E 'born in August for a challenge now that I have won. I arrived in 1000 deposed the "pen".
Today, I came to 1,000 visits (since the account) and then I plunge into the world of Frittoli up to new challenges. This
I won, in half the time expected, and now my friend Paul has one more proof that if I want I can do it .... even with my creative ideas.
Maybe sometimes I'll write a post .. who knows.
blogosphere Thanks, greetings from Frittoli.
Mat
(thanks in particular to Lux, Robby, Anna who have believed up to now)