Week 47

I hate mornings. It keeps snowing and I refuse I refuse to leave the base camp. 

I didn’t take many pictures this week. Probably because nothing really interesting happened. Summing up: it’s still winter, I keep postponing things and then hate my-self for procrastinating so much, I still have to recover from last weekend.

It’s REALLY cold oustide. So today I felt like eating REAL winter food, like this pasta salsiccia e Sangiovese, which happens to be VERY traditional in my sweet home Romagna. Gnam.

Sooner rather than later, someone will have to explain me what’s happening up there. (My neighbours)

Now I want to eat: 

Il mio regno per una piada.

Week 43

I’m not sure about where you all live, but, here in Berlin, the past two weeks have been GREY.

Che freddo fa. Cos’è la vita.

Week 35

WESERSTRAßE, 7 AM

FERNSEHTURM, 12 AM

URBAN SPREE, 7 PM

Every morning. Depression on the horizon, I feel you. 

Week 34

I finally went to THE BIRD. 

Let me introduce you to: The Filthy Harry. 12 euros of delicious bacon and cheddar on 250 gr of premium German beef. Believe me, it’s worth it.  The restaurant is R.K. approved.

We came hungry, we left stuffed, happy and devoted.

Getting over the border. Weekend in the Netherlands.

Exploring. new. places. with. lots. of. plants. 

Fernsehturm moment. With its height of 368 meters, it is the tallest structure in Germany.

I swear I’m learning this, whatever it takes.