Today pictures from the conference we had in Italy in July arrived.
So let’s play: find a Silvia (and a Michi) in the picture [too big for this post..]

Big prices for people who guess… (even if it’s pretty easy..)

Yep! Since is September, in Munich the Oktoberfest has begun this weekend..
It is going to last for the next three weeks, which means that for the next 20 days you cannot take the Ubahn (underground) from 7 pm to 12 pm because crazy, drunk, German thousands of people move around Munich!
But if that is the bad part, what is actually cool is that German people really feel the Oktberfest is a kind of national event to be proud of, and for three weeks you see men and women, children and teenagers, couple of grandparents walking in the traditional Bavarian outfit!

You see men going to work wearing the short leather trousers, with braces. Often, you have to turn your face not to smile in front of someone who so proud of his German origin [but, to be honest, sometimes also worths just to have a more careful look at.. ].
And you see women wearing the dirndl, the female dress, for taking their children at school, or go to the shop, or stay in an office.

Actually, the female dress is pretty nice, so nice that yesterday Irina and I were around for shopping, saw a window full of colorful dirndl and couldn’t resist! We didn’t buy one, do not worry!, but we HAD to enter, try and take pictures!

Do we look like real  Munich girls? I guess so… but before judge, please, have a look at this video. You have to, especially if you are in a bad mood or you are feeling stupid…
Hope it is going to help* : I love Bavaria

*you’ll also understand why I made these pictures so kitsch…

by Robert Louis Stevenson

paint by Alphonse Mucha

Sorry, I am becaming as annoing as a spam chain with my posts about my new place…but I am so happy about it (the flat, I mean)!
And atually, since at the end I love you a bit, I am going to compress two posts in one. Happy?

First celebration.
A week-day evening. After work you cook, eat, maybe wash your clothes or iron them, say hello to parents and friends on skype, you w.. (work??? no, not work) .. and then you are ready to enjoy all the earned (with the pretended work  we were speaking about ) comforts  in the flat. A good film, a puppet, and the best configuration ever created for that: The Ikea sofa!

Cleo! THAT was MY place on the sofa!

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Second celebration

I was so proud of my new flat, that I had the arrogance of having a
warm-up party there this sunday.
First, I invited a carefully selected bunch of friends. In an 18 sq.mt room (including furniture), 17 people had a lot of fun! We were the perfect numbers, in fact the space pro person was much bigger then the one I had in the NY party.
And if they do in that way, we can do better!

Second, I spent SOME time cooking for my guests. The menu was set by the Fabello’s team (my mother, well-known in Monza for her cakes, gave me some recipes, and my father, a refined cook, suggested the main dishes*) and then I put my ability and my love in cooking.
Indeed, some of my old friends in italy complained because it happened that I had never prepared such an awesome dinner for them!

At the end, everyone agreed in saying that the party was a big success! And they DIDN’T say that just because I was there! So, looking forward for the next one.

* Yep, I am trying to buy my parents services with flattery.

** The food was really good, and (hopefully) everyone was fine after the party. But it happened that my fridge is broken, and today I decided to finish same shrimps-pasta left, after three days…
I spent the afternoon in bed, food poisoned by myself! :p

Cheers