Bueno, veo que las dotes idiomáticas incuestionables me permiten desenvolverme en mi idioma nativo, así que iré soltando soplapolleces propias de un cerebro limitado como el mío de tanto en tanto, si son ustedes tan amables de aceptarlas sin considerarlas una agresión a su intelecto.
Well, since I can't speak italian but I can understand it quite well, I will write these (useless) things in my (improving day by day) english.
It's very common to go out at night the last day of the year, the "capodanno". When I was young(er), I used to follow this custom, but it was just the first 4 or 5 years (not the whole year, I tell you). Every year was worse than its predecessor, and finally I gave it away. Millions of people going out at the time to do three things: waste their money in sheduled parties, do their best to get drunked, and the last step: to poke everywhere.
Yeah, the same shit of a common weekend, but more expensive and swimming into an unchupi turmoil.
So, since 3/4 years ago, I use to stay at home, eating "turrón". And this year won't be different, as far as I know. No parties, no more projects in mind.
Regarding my address, I will give you without problems. I know more italians, but you're the only one that I'm pretty assured is not related to mafias. Just ask me in private, and I will give you it, but I still wonder how you will send the plates through ordinary mailing.
|ng (Que no te hace mucha gracia la Navidad?!? Qué clase de italiana eres!?!?!)
