Tadoussac ... or "A quiet we be afraid" A
2 weeks of their arrival in the land Quebechina 2 Tuscan feel the need to escape the city, while very livable, we set out for a long time ( 4 days) at a time of Tadoussac, the country Whale ... The plan starting at midday Enterprise by the car, but after a little walk miles carrying only the bare minimum to survive (guitar for Toty piacione, Wamba's laptop to hear the wife, extra virgin olive oil + pasta + garlic + tomato Mutti why the fuck the night in the hostel for dinner two wires you want while eating them, blankets and clothing, 2 cameras, 4 pounds of fruit during the day because you want a snack while doing it, nutella + bread because you would not want forget that breakfast is the main meal of the day, etc etc etc), we said, after through the Serengeti on foot because the metro station by the car very far cheaper (perhaps because it's cheap ...) the cruel Spock Enterprise Wamba denied the opportunity to rent and drive a car because of the promise that license paper, as everyone knows, the Enterprise does not even open the door to the toilet ...
During But the trip Montreal-Tadoussac Toty befriends a centaur native who learned the sad news, tries to comfort the old Wamba saying
'Do Vaini glue with this car ... but yes we Fietta the nose! "
(Trad from the Toty Quebechese close)
The trip takes around 7 hours and half (stops including food and medical aid), but when our two heroes come to the Fjord Tadoussac, it is the right time to enjoy the sunset (or calasole) fjord ...
The arrival at the hostel is not the best because of certain disagreements initially suffered by our two heroes for the work of a group of francesis hominis sapiens, who try to ridicule our mother country, pointing to songs like "The Italian" Cutugno or "I love you" Tozzi. But the ice begins to melt when hsfrancesis invite two friends to sing "Hello Beautiful." Toty Finally, by making typical of the Democratic Left naive and sentimental, commented saying "I love this song" ... A hsfrancesis now accuses him of being "Communist" and then is forced to explain hominid Toty that word now in Italy can no longer use, it is a race now extinct.
The evening ends in a magical way, a huge bonfire outside the hostel with people playing all around and sings ...
with the moon in the background ...
e. .. a galleon??
WHAT THE FUCK IS THERE A GALLEON HERE??
Wamba stares at him with unbelieving eyes, feeling suddenly at home ... "as the galleons buried in San Rossore de ..." A worthy end to an evening like this, would find two young men, willing
native (or any other ethnic background) by taking advantage of the incredible woo chiaroscuro created by fire and the moon (CIAL to translate, suspecting that you are losing "the Fietta !!!"), but you know, our two heroes are Engaged / Married both, so tenderly hugging front end to the astonishment of those present .. .
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