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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Average Bmi In A Dancer
the true light
For one night - so it seems from the descriptions that each new year we relate the news - our world is illuminated. And the night of the last day of the year when all the squares of our cities, not only of Italy but of the world, you see so many people gathered to celebrate 'together' and eventually shed light on this party but with so many many fireworks. But for how much light they have more the air of a flash of light, but are not the true light which heaven alone can give. A moment of joy of being together, then maybe go back in the monotony of daily life are hard to find opportunities to get together to hear the party to be made 1'uno 1'altro, but also receive much light 'inside' that is the strength to live. And the light is love.
come to mind the words of the Gospel of John: "Word was the true light that enlightens every man. He was in the world and the world was made through him the world did not recognize him. He came to his people but its not 1'hanno accepted. But to those who have accepted Jesus gave power to become children of God "
And it is this light, which then is the love of God who seeks to enter into communion, in correspondence with each of us as the most beautiful letter ever written, that people should rely. 
For one night - so it seems from the descriptions that each new year we relate the news - our world is illuminated. And the night of the last day of the year when all the squares of our cities, not only of Italy but of the world, you see so many people gathered to celebrate 'together' and eventually shed light on this party but with so many many fireworks. But for how much light they have more the air of a flash of light, but are not the true light which heaven alone can give. A moment of joy of being together, then maybe go back in the monotony of daily life are hard to find opportunities to get together to hear the party to be made 1'uno 1'altro, but also receive much light 'inside' that is the strength to live. And the light is love.
come to mind the words of the Gospel of John: "Word was the true light that enlightens every man. He was in the world and the world was made through him the world did not recognize him. He came to his people but its not 1'hanno accepted. But to those who have accepted Jesus gave power to become children of God "
And it is this light, which then is the love of God who seeks to enter into communion, in correspondence with each of us as the most beautiful letter ever written, that people should rely.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Please Connect Ac Adaptor Panasonic
Merry Christmas
Small, quick trivia about Dutch Christmas.
1. In the Netherlands there are two days of Christmas, those who are for us at Christmas and Boxing Day.
2. The second day of Christmas there is a big sale of furniture, for which massive amounts of crazy Dutch go to mass in furniture stores, first of all, of course, Ikea.
3. A typical dish Christmas in Holland is the rabbit. For this reason, about a month before Christmas you stop selling domestic rabbits, which are likely to do otherwise Flappie the end of the bunny song is below!
So far, Christmas Eve and all, there was no celebration, we'll see tomorrow!
The only odd thing was this: I went to Mass (Catholic, although my family is Protestant) e. .. There was a Priestess! The Netherlands makes no exceptions.
still wishes to all, enjoy food, and holiday gifts!
Again thanks for your love!
Ps: I would be happy if postaste best wishes in the comments in your language (ospitanti!).
Vrolijk kerstfeest
en Gelukkig nieuw jaar
!
en Gelukkig nieuw jaar
!
Small, quick trivia about Dutch Christmas.
1. In the Netherlands there are two days of Christmas, those who are for us at Christmas and Boxing Day.
2. The second day of Christmas there is a big sale of furniture, for which massive amounts of crazy Dutch go to mass in furniture stores, first of all, of course, Ikea.
3. A typical dish Christmas in Holland is the rabbit. For this reason, about a month before Christmas you stop selling domestic rabbits, which are likely to do otherwise Flappie the end of the bunny song is below!
So far, Christmas Eve and all, there was no celebration, we'll see tomorrow!
The only odd thing was this: I went to Mass (Catholic, although my family is Protestant) e. .. There was a Priestess! The Netherlands makes no exceptions.
still wishes to all, enjoy food, and holiday gifts!
Again thanks for your love!
Ps: I would be happy if postaste best wishes in the comments in your language (ospitanti!).
Monday, December 21, 2009
Woman Inserting Tampon
Four months. And then the cold, snow ... air Christmas! A day
Mixed: Stories and Reflections
Good evening!
I am delighted to see the number of readers increase despite my long absences. In this regard, I apologize, I forgot you, just that I was slightly busy life lately.
Today I spent exactly four months since I set foot for the first time in this house. Four months after my first encounter with this strange language, learned from the first four little words ... and now there seems to be a chasm: I can understand, speak, though committing a thousand mistakes. Exactly four months since the beginning of my life more "sporty", four months exactly from the abandonment of the dear, good and healthy Mediterranean diet.
Four months is still a goal, four months that have happened so many things that helped me to change, to improve and train more than four months of school can do, four months in which problems There have been all right, but they have failed to grasp the meaning of the experience, the reason for my choice, the joy to be here even if this means lots and lots of effort. In this regard I want to tell the thoughts that resulted from a dream I had.
One night I dreamed I was back in Palermo, at school and that, among so many things going on, I told the prof. Carbonaro that my teammates here in my Latin class, remain colpitissimi from my reading, so that for the sheer pleasure of listening to me make me read whole versions, will remark with applause when I finish, as if my ability to read more fluently in Latin, was a talented and clearly not an exclusively of, say, close linguistic relationship.
But then at some point changed the scenario and say that the core of the dream comes only now: I approached a discussion in which a teacher explaining the reason why I chose to leave, although this was from the point of a strictly school rather unwise idea. And the day after I wrote about five pages of reflections on the subject.
So I can only say, dear professors, do not condemn these experiences abroad in the trunk. Among the children who leave are those who do it to throw away a year, but there are also those who do it with the true spirit of AFS, American Field Service, those who truly want to take advantage of a unique opportunity to learn everything nothing but the experience can teach. But you know what it means to age 17 to spend such a long period away from everything and everyone? Do you understand how effectively can it mean? You know what helps open the mind, how to explore, to know? Four months have passed since my departure, and believe me when I say that even now I know I'm not wasting a year. It 's true, I had some doubts. But now I can assure you that I will not be studying the great Greek tragedians, Virgil, St. Augustine and St. Thomas, but I'm discovering, living them on my skin, a thousand new things that nobody else who was not in my position can know. I will have a background maybe a little 'less academically full, but will be rich, varied, full of little knowledge and above all new ways to approach. And these things can be read, enjoy, share, but to move from words to facts the only thing to do is act. And I decided to grow in this direction, to implement what I have long preached - open-mindedness, racism, self - sacrificing other things.
And then I close my eyes, after four months of stay, and breath.
breathe this air fresh and crisp, clean and otherwise this air, this air that smells of knowledge, consciousness, joy of my young enthusiasm, independence and the future.
breathe that air which has been able to awaken in me a vitality that I had lost in the pages of a dictionary of Latin, and a freshness of mind, a creativity that was buried under a thousand ideas.
As you can see, then, with a few isolated exceptions, are in a very positive, I'm really enjoying everything that happens around me.
First, for example ... snow!
Mamma mia, guys, it's my first snow. I feel a bit 'like a child who has just discovered the castles of sand or soap bubbles.
Obviously, you can imagine how I felt on the morning of Dec. 17 when, just wake up and look outside and everything was covered by an equally delicate, soft white coat. You should know that the area of \u200b\u200bDen Haag in which I live is the south-eastern outskirts, Leidschenveen, which is basically a building site, wherever you turn there are monsters in the process of architectural construction and disturbing rows of houses all alike . The snow seemed to have been placed on purpose to make everything equally beautiful and white, beautifully muffled. [Editor's note. the same term takes on a slightly different shade of meaning in the two phrases, I like to emphasize that the same word can have those two different senses] I could no longer see clearly the many holes in work in progress. A sense of peace and serenity almost overwhelming.
After that Thursday, I think it has snowed at least a little 'every day, up to yesterday, which has fallen much snow as my host parents did not remember ever fall in Den Haag, so much as to create a stir clearly also in the movements.
... do not tell you what has been riding in the snow!
That famous Thursday morning was only the first snow and left the house very soon, so the snow was still there, fresh, and we sometimes fail to distinguish the bike path! Let's say I risked slipping only twice, however, without actually falling. Thankfully, the snow plows have then proceeded to make the lives of cyclists and motorists a bit 'less dangerous, and even more brush drop the Christmas holidays, which involve not having to go out at 7:15 in the morning with snow still on the streets (or worse ice cold).
But I just got shut the door behind the clouds coming out of the nose and mouth, with cap pulled down over his eyes, the scarf that covers the entire ski gloves and be shaded, and mounted on a bike ride, with the sky still just a few stars and a waning crescent moon, one of the ducks walking on the frozen canals and all around a white landscape. Puts you on the day the right way.
For the rest, my host family is taking steps to make me catch up on the snow, with a battle snowballs same Thursday afternoon, and the creation of our Sven, the snowman (somewhat lame poor) in our garden after (and during) the huge snowfall yesterday. There is only one sled ride, but for what I have to wait a bit ', because there are not at home, but I think the grandparents when we try too. Oh, and of course I also felt the thrill of going into the car with icy roads, and stay in pantyhose and dress during a snowfall. And I can tell you that the snow tickles!
You probably already know all these things, but I told you, is all new to me, I'm really a bit 'like a child who has just discovered a world of games!
Clearly I can not but do not dwell on a negative note on all this snow. We come from the Netherlands in November warmest memories and now we have more snow in December. This honestly makes me One moment to reflect on climate change and will suffer damage to agriculture, given that two weeks ago there were buds and shoots, but now everything is clearly frozen.
For the rest? The Christmas spirit is heard loud and clear even in this family there is the frenzied buying gifts. But the lights, the smell of pine, the CD with Christmas songs ... all contributes, and it's a nice feeling: Will my white Christmas in Holland!
certainly no secret that there are many aspects that make a certain effect, like one meal at Christmas (I'll make the Christmas dinner, the usual sandwich for lunch!) Or not to unite behind ' tree to open gifts. But at the end of a ritual like we've already had for Sinterklaas, when we all gathered around the fireplace to Granny's house to open gifts. And then I'm sure we'll find a thousand other reasons to gather together, maybe we'll make a game, which the Dutch absolutely love to do! I do not exclude also can teach everyone to play Cuckoo and Seven and a half!
Now, however, I leave, I go to sleep, as usual, the conversation got me and I have dwelt!
The next intervention, then, hopefully soon.
Continue to follow the same affection and warmth that you gave me right now!
THANKS!
Mixed: Stories and Reflections
Good evening!
I am delighted to see the number of readers increase despite my long absences. In this regard, I apologize, I forgot you, just that I was slightly busy life lately.
Today I spent exactly four months since I set foot for the first time in this house. Four months after my first encounter with this strange language, learned from the first four little words ... and now there seems to be a chasm: I can understand, speak, though committing a thousand mistakes. Exactly four months since the beginning of my life more "sporty", four months exactly from the abandonment of the dear, good and healthy Mediterranean diet.
Four months is still a goal, four months that have happened so many things that helped me to change, to improve and train more than four months of school can do, four months in which problems There have been all right, but they have failed to grasp the meaning of the experience, the reason for my choice, the joy to be here even if this means lots and lots of effort. In this regard I want to tell the thoughts that resulted from a dream I had.
One night I dreamed I was back in Palermo, at school and that, among so many things going on, I told the prof. Carbonaro that my teammates here in my Latin class, remain colpitissimi from my reading, so that for the sheer pleasure of listening to me make me read whole versions, will remark with applause when I finish, as if my ability to read more fluently in Latin, was a talented and clearly not an exclusively of, say, close linguistic relationship.
But then at some point changed the scenario and say that the core of the dream comes only now: I approached a discussion in which a teacher explaining the reason why I chose to leave, although this was from the point of a strictly school rather unwise idea. And the day after I wrote about five pages of reflections on the subject.
So I can only say, dear professors, do not condemn these experiences abroad in the trunk. Among the children who leave are those who do it to throw away a year, but there are also those who do it with the true spirit of AFS, American Field Service, those who truly want to take advantage of a unique opportunity to learn everything nothing but the experience can teach. But you know what it means to age 17 to spend such a long period away from everything and everyone? Do you understand how effectively can it mean? You know what helps open the mind, how to explore, to know? Four months have passed since my departure, and believe me when I say that even now I know I'm not wasting a year. It 's true, I had some doubts. But now I can assure you that I will not be studying the great Greek tragedians, Virgil, St. Augustine and St. Thomas, but I'm discovering, living them on my skin, a thousand new things that nobody else who was not in my position can know. I will have a background maybe a little 'less academically full, but will be rich, varied, full of little knowledge and above all new ways to approach. And these things can be read, enjoy, share, but to move from words to facts the only thing to do is act. And I decided to grow in this direction, to implement what I have long preached - open-mindedness, racism, self - sacrificing other things.
And then I close my eyes, after four months of stay, and breath.
breathe this air fresh and crisp, clean and otherwise this air, this air that smells of knowledge, consciousness, joy of my young enthusiasm, independence and the future.
breathe that air which has been able to awaken in me a vitality that I had lost in the pages of a dictionary of Latin, and a freshness of mind, a creativity that was buried under a thousand ideas.
As you can see, then, with a few isolated exceptions, are in a very positive, I'm really enjoying everything that happens around me.
First, for example ... snow!
Mamma mia, guys, it's my first snow. I feel a bit 'like a child who has just discovered the castles of sand or soap bubbles.
Obviously, you can imagine how I felt on the morning of Dec. 17 when, just wake up and look outside and everything was covered by an equally delicate, soft white coat. You should know that the area of \u200b\u200bDen Haag in which I live is the south-eastern outskirts, Leidschenveen, which is basically a building site, wherever you turn there are monsters in the process of architectural construction and disturbing rows of houses all alike . The snow seemed to have been placed on purpose to make everything equally beautiful and white, beautifully muffled. [Editor's note. the same term takes on a slightly different shade of meaning in the two phrases, I like to emphasize that the same word can have those two different senses] I could no longer see clearly the many holes in work in progress. A sense of peace and serenity almost overwhelming.
After that Thursday, I think it has snowed at least a little 'every day, up to yesterday, which has fallen much snow as my host parents did not remember ever fall in Den Haag, so much as to create a stir clearly also in the movements.
... do not tell you what has been riding in the snow!
That famous Thursday morning was only the first snow and left the house very soon, so the snow was still there, fresh, and we sometimes fail to distinguish the bike path! Let's say I risked slipping only twice, however, without actually falling. Thankfully, the snow plows have then proceeded to make the lives of cyclists and motorists a bit 'less dangerous, and even more brush drop the Christmas holidays, which involve not having to go out at 7:15 in the morning with snow still on the streets (or worse ice cold).
But I just got shut the door behind the clouds coming out of the nose and mouth, with cap pulled down over his eyes, the scarf that covers the entire ski gloves and be shaded, and mounted on a bike ride, with the sky still just a few stars and a waning crescent moon, one of the ducks walking on the frozen canals and all around a white landscape. Puts you on the day the right way.
For the rest, my host family is taking steps to make me catch up on the snow, with a battle snowballs same Thursday afternoon, and the creation of our Sven, the snowman (somewhat lame poor) in our garden after (and during) the huge snowfall yesterday. There is only one sled ride, but for what I have to wait a bit ', because there are not at home, but I think the grandparents when we try too. Oh, and of course I also felt the thrill of going into the car with icy roads, and stay in pantyhose and dress during a snowfall. And I can tell you that the snow tickles!
You probably already know all these things, but I told you, is all new to me, I'm really a bit 'like a child who has just discovered a world of games!
Clearly I can not but do not dwell on a negative note on all this snow. We come from the Netherlands in November warmest memories and now we have more snow in December. This honestly makes me One moment to reflect on climate change and will suffer damage to agriculture, given that two weeks ago there were buds and shoots, but now everything is clearly frozen.
For the rest? The Christmas spirit is heard loud and clear even in this family there is the frenzied buying gifts. But the lights, the smell of pine, the CD with Christmas songs ... all contributes, and it's a nice feeling: Will my white Christmas in Holland!
certainly no secret that there are many aspects that make a certain effect, like one meal at Christmas (I'll make the Christmas dinner, the usual sandwich for lunch!) Or not to unite behind ' tree to open gifts. But at the end of a ritual like we've already had for Sinterklaas, when we all gathered around the fireplace to Granny's house to open gifts. And then I'm sure we'll find a thousand other reasons to gather together, maybe we'll make a game, which the Dutch absolutely love to do! I do not exclude also can teach everyone to play Cuckoo and Seven and a half!
Now, however, I leave, I go to sleep, as usual, the conversation got me and I have dwelt!
The next intervention, then, hopefully soon.
Continue to follow the same affection and warmth that you gave me right now!
THANKS!
home from school Thursday afternoon 
Sunday during the snow storm from my room
Sunday during the snow storm from my room
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Japanese Submission Holds
The warm breeze caresses the long eyelashes like ears of corn, the old railcar accompanies my return.
The smell of earth, the taste of the sea, his eyes are filled with sunshine and dark lava.
"Back" I said 'return is the only possibility I have left right now. "
was Sept. 22, the day the sun was warm, soft wind, and you did not expect. Back
was like reliving those old movies starring black and white, everything down there, he still had the taste of authentic, sincere.
The bread smelled, smelled the rain on the earth, the harvest ...
These and a thousand other scents in my memory.
"go, of course, is the only thing left for me in life,"
still burns me that time, abandonment.
With cold cynicism I said that I could not stay with you, in tears.
I needed to find myself, I had a beast that grew in me. A terrible
dualism does not kill me and made me live, psychologists who took me in charge, by a little later, they called bipolar syndrome of 2 degree.
Often, time flowed like water falling down from a pitcher, I could not stop him, staring at the moment, thoughts.
Words could not explain what the mind was free to think, and if the world of physics and the "normal" my tears could only go down in my circus fairy tears, my tears, went up toward the sky to disappear in the sun.
the world according to the times and different rules and big smiles easily grow into deep lines of melancholy. But my fairy circus
fondled me, was the place where everything is showing as I had always wanted it, everything was like a dream, and I loved to dream.
The days ran after weeks and weeks behind the years.
9 years have passed and my enchanted circus was able to find his size in my life, not in my mind.
Now I smile more and cry less, I now know that embracing a person is a treasure, tears of happiness and emotions is a valuable, now I know that I lost the thing I most loved, the diamond that lights my heart.
The warm breeze caresses the long eyelashes like ears of corn, I still say that going back was the only piece to be included in the puzzle of my life.
note the locomotive to stop at this station that recall the colors in ancient folklore, the brakes squeal like mad hyenas.
protrudes from the front exit door of the train, slowly go down the 3 steps that separate me from my land.
close my eyes, the sea is calling me from far away, breath deeply and think, "will return the last victory of my life."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Corporal Punishment In Movies
Good evening!
I wanted to avoid daily lapse in the tales on this blog, but then I thought that after my daily life is different here as it was in Italy.
Then on Thursday afternoon in a very tired, I'll tell you a little 'how I spend my days usually.
I go to school five days a week. How beautiful is the short week, guys, really, just a thousand times lighter: you have two days to rest and those five days seem to be only a weekend break between one and another. A wonder!
The time to change schools frequently. Specify that each school has an individual timetable, which, whenever that changes, you are given a leaflet. There are currently in 4H2. H stands for HAVO, one of the types of the Dutch school.
Unfortunately, every morning except Wednesdays, beginning at eight. This means that I get up at six every morning, except Wednesday when, as starting at 8.50 (we have the hours of 50 minutes), I get up at 6.40.
sacrosanct Every morning, after breakfast, shower and prepared lunch to take to school (which basically consists of four slices of bread with something inside), put on my beautiful bike and I start to school.
On my bike, a beautiful Giant seven-speed, pedal for half an hour with more or less effort. The intensity of the effort is clearly dependent on weather factors: rain (which is always, always say, direct to my eyes), or strictly against the wind, certainly in the near future, hail, ice on the road, why not? snow. Arrive at school, almost always the sound of the bell (often despite the dripping rain pants and jacket!), And I run to my locker. Yes, I have a cupboard! And American children. Take off my jacket and put it in the cabinet, since the teachers in the classrooms do not want jackets, for whatever obscure reason, I take the books, I put it in and run other class.
My day scolastica dura praticamente sempre sette ore, intervallate da due pause di mezz'ora, una alle 10,30 e una all'1,30 e da diverse "tussen uren", nonchè le ore di buco, in cui sto seduta a qualche tavolo a leggere, studiare o chiacchierare.
Esco da scuola, quasi sempre alle 14,50, rimonto sulla mia bici e torno a casa.
A casa guardo un po' di tv, bevo qualcosa (visto che qui in olanda la gente non fa altro che offrirti da bere!) e vado nella mia piccola stanzetta arancione a fare i compiti.
La cena è pronta intorno alle sei. L'avondeten è il pasto più importante per gli olandesi, in quanto la famiglia si riunisce e ci si racconta tutto ciò che è happened in the day, or just mess around with. At my house every day before and after the meal, please, since my family is evangelical Protestant.
After dinner it is customary to stay together, unless one does not have to finish studying or something, so they remain together in the living room to do anything: watching TV, a movie or make a board game.
So here's my typical day.
I promise that next time I'll write something more interesting, just did not want you to think I had abandoned or that I was already annoyed!
the next
PS: last Sinterklaas weekend was, it was really brilliant! To see the photos, here is the link album on Facebook!
Monday, November 30, 2009
How Many Times Can You Install Office 2003
Sinterklaas
Tale
Good evening!
Today I want to tell you about Sinterklaas, party, or rather, I should say person, I have often heard of. not easy to find a definition, but I will try maybe a little 'more or less confusedly to explain what it is.
Then, starting from the identification itself. Sinteklaas is none other than St. Nicholas, which is celebrated on December 6 and then. For the Netherlands and Flanders, however, is generally much more! It 'a kind of ancestor of Santa Claus, but much loved. The best thing is that everyone, and I mean absolutely everything to the last year of primary school children about believe in him. Sinterklaas arrives in Holland from Spain-it lives in a castle there in mid-November on his steamboat, accompanied by his helpers, the Zwarte Pieten, all of the kids because of the soot-blackened chimney. His arrival was televised, and there are all the children in celebration to welcome the canals, and begin the typical rituals. What ritual? First there are the typical foods of Sinterklaas. I'm talking about: pepernoten, kruidnoten, marzipan.
But more typical, more fun and perhaps even more crazy is the Zetten schoen! Children put their shoes near the fireplace (now more likely to close the window or radiator!) In the evening, leaving them a carrot or any food for Sinterklaas's horse, Amerigo. Sint walking in the night with his horse over the rooftops and go Zwarte Pieten fireplace chimney to leave gifts for children. Of course, this being my first and last Sinterklaas, I adapted to the traditions of the children and I've also done my Zetten schoen!
Sinterklaas also is celebrated by the entire family on the evening of December 5. It therefore takes a very special gift exchange. Generally, a draw is made, so that each family member should take just one gift. This should be wrapped in a somewhat 'special in what is called "surprise" or something a bit' special that may be paper, cardboard, clay, fabric, and can represent anything that has to do with the content or the recipient. In other words, it takes an attack of art. And it does not end there. This must also be accompanied by a kind of poem / nursery rhyme to rhyme. Difficult, eh?
This is my first surprise, I did for Caitlin, another AFSer.
Clearly there are also dozens and dozens of songs for children! These are the most typical, I have learned only the shortest, kapoentje Sinterklaas!
Historically, St. Nicholas was a bishop, which remains in clothing typical of this figure.
its development I have heard two different versions: one (probably the most reliable) states that the Dutch who founded New Amsterdam, and the ongoing New York, took this picture in the United States and some 'similarity to the called Santa Claus. In the other version is said instead was clearly a Sint Sinterklaas, which is a saint, so with the arrival of Protestant movements, Calvinist and Anglican in countries like Britain, the figure clearly Catholic was converted in the most anonymous Santa Claus and the Netherlands preferred to maintain the tradition.
I then found myself in a country where large do anything because the children keep them that way, why do not you lose the joy of finding the gift brought by a loving old man. At first it seemed absurd that aired on the news every day of Sinterklaas, which were put in contact with the boat to see if the fantastic trip was going well, it seemed absurd that parents really were not doing all so busy find out the truth to their children. But then I watched it with different eyes, and I realized that there is nothing more beautiful than the children who enjoy in full their childhood believing in the magic, horses over the rooftops, in the gifts that come down the chimney. I'm not saying there is not even on this consumerism and speculation, but in a sense you feel less, because the spirit of Sinterklaas is there, and is loud and clear, is less luxury and caprice, more creativity and family.
You should see how much joy not only in children but also in all the adults who are complicit in this beautiful lie dressed up as Sinterklaas, Zwarte Piet by inventing the best excuse when a child recognizes his grandfather in disguise, bringing home kruidnoten , carrots and gifts at night!
Eli, yes, he means hij ... I guess you should ask for some similarity (or equality?) with the German.
conclude that my post and I thank you again for following me with such warmth, affection and above all so much interest! 
Tale
Good evening!
Today I want to tell you about Sinterklaas, party, or rather, I should say person, I have often heard of. not easy to find a definition, but I will try maybe a little 'more or less confusedly to explain what it is.
Then, starting from the identification itself. Sinteklaas is none other than St. Nicholas, which is celebrated on December 6 and then. For the Netherlands and Flanders, however, is generally much more! It 'a kind of ancestor of Santa Claus, but much loved. The best thing is that everyone, and I mean absolutely everything to the last year of primary school children about believe in him. Sinterklaas arrives in Holland from Spain-it lives in a castle there in mid-November on his steamboat, accompanied by his helpers, the Zwarte Pieten, all of the kids because of the soot-blackened chimney. His arrival was televised, and there are all the children in celebration to welcome the canals, and begin the typical rituals. What ritual? First there are the typical foods of Sinterklaas. I'm talking about: pepernoten, kruidnoten, marzipan.
But more typical, more fun and perhaps even more crazy is the Zetten schoen! Children put their shoes near the fireplace (now more likely to close the window or radiator!) In the evening, leaving them a carrot or any food for Sinterklaas's horse, Amerigo. Sint walking in the night with his horse over the rooftops and go Zwarte Pieten fireplace chimney to leave gifts for children. Of course, this being my first and last Sinterklaas, I adapted to the traditions of the children and I've also done my Zetten schoen!
Sinterklaas also is celebrated by the entire family on the evening of December 5. It therefore takes a very special gift exchange. Generally, a draw is made, so that each family member should take just one gift. This should be wrapped in a somewhat 'special in what is called "surprise" or something a bit' special that may be paper, cardboard, clay, fabric, and can represent anything that has to do with the content or the recipient. In other words, it takes an attack of art. And it does not end there. This must also be accompanied by a kind of poem / nursery rhyme to rhyme. Difficult, eh?
This is my first surprise, I did for Caitlin, another AFSer.
Clearly there are also dozens and dozens of songs for children! These are the most typical, I have learned only the shortest, kapoentje Sinterklaas!
Historically, St. Nicholas was a bishop, which remains in clothing typical of this figure.
its development I have heard two different versions: one (probably the most reliable) states that the Dutch who founded New Amsterdam, and the ongoing New York, took this picture in the United States and some 'similarity to the called Santa Claus. In the other version is said instead was clearly a Sint Sinterklaas, which is a saint, so with the arrival of Protestant movements, Calvinist and Anglican in countries like Britain, the figure clearly Catholic was converted in the most anonymous Santa Claus and the Netherlands preferred to maintain the tradition.
I then found myself in a country where large do anything because the children keep them that way, why do not you lose the joy of finding the gift brought by a loving old man. At first it seemed absurd that aired on the news every day of Sinterklaas, which were put in contact with the boat to see if the fantastic trip was going well, it seemed absurd that parents really were not doing all so busy find out the truth to their children. But then I watched it with different eyes, and I realized that there is nothing more beautiful than the children who enjoy in full their childhood believing in the magic, horses over the rooftops, in the gifts that come down the chimney. I'm not saying there is not even on this consumerism and speculation, but in a sense you feel less, because the spirit of Sinterklaas is there, and is loud and clear, is less luxury and caprice, more creativity and family.
You should see how much joy not only in children but also in all the adults who are complicit in this beautiful lie dressed up as Sinterklaas, Zwarte Piet by inventing the best excuse when a child recognizes his grandfather in disguise, bringing home kruidnoten , carrots and gifts at night!
Eli, yes, he means hij ... I guess you should ask for some similarity (or equality?) with the German.
conclude that my post and I thank you again for following me with such warmth, affection and above all so much interest!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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Summary
Tale
This evening, as I already sleeping, I shall deal with a brief summary.
Summary of what? I remind you that my adventure began three months and five days ago, so yes, you've actually lost something. But do not worry, I have no intention to go on too long, I'll just turn briefly to the months spent with a few pictures to accompany the most important events.
August 21. INCOMING! As the first evening is brought out to dinner in Scheveningen, which is the sea area of \u200b\u200bDen Haag. Strong wind, but very impressive: a long beach (The Dutch coast is in fact a single beach, clearly excluding construction), gulls, lots of kite surfers e. .. fireworks. It seemed made just for me!
22. Slightly more than 24 hours after my arrival in the Netherlands will I get a beautiful bike!
27. I go for the first time in my life at Ikea, an episode worthy of note for me, after hours of talks with Andrea!
28. I see a movie about Van Gogh (pronounced with the original name that initially could not recognize) in one of those movies with "sun dome", Omniversum. He also visited a strange museum annex, Museon, a science and I do not know what well what else.
28. Beatstad. A kind of Dutch music festival with a "great host" stranger in my case, Kean.
31. Start the school!
September
nothing relevant to the first ten days.
11-12-13. Field Guidance, alias orientatie camp. Truly an outlet!
15. Budget Day. Originally fell on the birthday of William of Orange, is now only an opportunity provided by the bureaucratic establishment in which the Queen Beatrix of Orange at present, say the "speech from the throne", which deals with policy and government. In practice, it is a day of vacation for the Haags, all (or almost) go in front of the building work of the queen and there is a beautiful procession with mounted policemen, gang, and the entire royal family in a carriage that passes . The queen goes on a golden carriage. And here is a story!
My host family decided to take me to see this parade. We get there and obviously I could not see anything (I state that my host family is nothing short of gigantic.) My enterprising host mom really wants to go to a shop nearby to ask for a lineup, so maybe I could raise a little over the crowd. The luxury shoe retailer clearly has only a large scale: it was so that I end up sitting on top of a long ladder, looked bad from all the passers-by and making me see by the cameras. So Tuesday, September 15, even after I arrived, I ended up on TV!
19-20. Weekend in Friesland to visit the whole family (numerosa!) eager to know. So stop in Leeuwarden, Hallum, and Veenwouden Burgum. Granny's unforgettable proposal (accepted by everyone in a loud voice): A walk barefoot in nature.
24. CKV dag. Then when I speak in more detail what the school will explain the CKV. Basically, however, it was a pretty boring day around the town with my mates. To remember why I took the tram alone without getting lost!
26. AMSTERDAM. A Saturday to walk the streets with the other crazy AFSers.
October 1. My birthday. What about a special day, really. Began with the Dutch birthday song (which is not the tune of "Happy Birthday to you," oh no!) Sung as a kind of alarm clock - then at six in the morning! - From my host family, and ended with a few small parties of the school.
3. A Olst, at Simon's house, another AFSer Italian, for his birthday.
4. First regional activity with AFS (joined regional meetings in my case the province Zuid-Holland and Utrecht). We find ourselves at the central station of Dordrecht, and after a long walk we arrive in a country which deliberately ignore the name, and the food world.
9. First (and last anyway) out with someone in my class: pajama party at the home of one of my companion.
10. Party for the birthdays of my host parents (17 and 28 October) and my, of course. Along with family and neighbors.
16. An evening of games together with family friends. What a beautiful What (I'm not totally ironic!).
17-18-19-20. [Holiday Autumn] Camping with the other maidens of the family in Friesland. Beautiful, surrounded by nature in autumn, the most relaxing and not even too cold!
22-23-24-25-26. [Autumn holiday] with AFSers BERLIN!
31. AFS regional activities in Leiden.
November
6-7-8. Weekend with the community of the church, again in a campsite. All in all not bad, because he had his.
14. HIJ Komtar, HIJ Komtar! Komtar Sinterklaas!
21. Walk Bengisu in Utrecht with a Turkish AFSer. Sipping tea and hot chocolate in the rooms warm while it is windy outside ... What could be more beautiful?
22. Giornatina home of Sarah, an Italian who lives near AFSer Wourden, in a beautiful rural village with the supermarket!
And here we are here.
From now on we will update in real time.
Thank you for your warm support I hope to still excites at least a little 'with my stories.
Oh, Eli, you're always as my ideal reader. As they greet the Dutch.
E 'was the first approach I had with the ' Netherlands. Here we give three kisses on the cheek. Friends if they happen to give one, it embraces rarely seen. Usually I greet actually only a gesture and a verbal greeting. But yes, the greeting is formal three kisses. Anyway, do not take anything for granted, I discovered, talking to other Italians that we usually give them one, but usually in Rome, even among friends, they give two and none in the area of \u200b\u200bReggio Emilia give it three. Oddities.
Thanks again. 
Tale
This evening, as I already sleeping, I shall deal with a brief summary.
Summary of what? I remind you that my adventure began three months and five days ago, so yes, you've actually lost something. But do not worry, I have no intention to go on too long, I'll just turn briefly to the months spent with a few pictures to accompany the most important events.
August 21. INCOMING! As the first evening is brought out to dinner in Scheveningen, which is the sea area of \u200b\u200bDen Haag. Strong wind, but very impressive: a long beach (The Dutch coast is in fact a single beach, clearly excluding construction), gulls, lots of kite surfers e. .. fireworks. It seemed made just for me!
22. Slightly more than 24 hours after my arrival in the Netherlands will I get a beautiful bike!
27. I go for the first time in my life at Ikea, an episode worthy of note for me, after hours of talks with Andrea!
28. I see a movie about Van Gogh (pronounced with the original name that initially could not recognize) in one of those movies with "sun dome", Omniversum. He also visited a strange museum annex, Museon, a science and I do not know what well what else.
28. Beatstad. A kind of Dutch music festival with a "great host" stranger in my case, Kean.
31. Start the school!
September
nothing relevant to the first ten days.
11-12-13. Field Guidance, alias orientatie camp. Truly an outlet!
15. Budget Day. Originally fell on the birthday of William of Orange, is now only an opportunity provided by the bureaucratic establishment in which the Queen Beatrix of Orange at present, say the "speech from the throne", which deals with policy and government. In practice, it is a day of vacation for the Haags, all (or almost) go in front of the building work of the queen and there is a beautiful procession with mounted policemen, gang, and the entire royal family in a carriage that passes . The queen goes on a golden carriage. And here is a story!
My host family decided to take me to see this parade. We get there and obviously I could not see anything (I state that my host family is nothing short of gigantic.) My enterprising host mom really wants to go to a shop nearby to ask for a lineup, so maybe I could raise a little over the crowd. The luxury shoe retailer clearly has only a large scale: it was so that I end up sitting on top of a long ladder, looked bad from all the passers-by and making me see by the cameras. So Tuesday, September 15, even after I arrived, I ended up on TV!
19-20. Weekend in Friesland to visit the whole family (numerosa!) eager to know. So stop in Leeuwarden, Hallum, and Veenwouden Burgum. Granny's unforgettable proposal (accepted by everyone in a loud voice): A walk barefoot in nature.
24. CKV dag. Then when I speak in more detail what the school will explain the CKV. Basically, however, it was a pretty boring day around the town with my mates. To remember why I took the tram alone without getting lost!
26. AMSTERDAM. A Saturday to walk the streets with the other crazy AFSers.
October 1. My birthday. What about a special day, really. Began with the Dutch birthday song (which is not the tune of "Happy Birthday to you," oh no!) Sung as a kind of alarm clock - then at six in the morning! - From my host family, and ended with a few small parties of the school.
3. A Olst, at Simon's house, another AFSer Italian, for his birthday.
4. First regional activity with AFS (joined regional meetings in my case the province Zuid-Holland and Utrecht). We find ourselves at the central station of Dordrecht, and after a long walk we arrive in a country which deliberately ignore the name, and the food world.
9. First (and last anyway) out with someone in my class: pajama party at the home of one of my companion.
10. Party for the birthdays of my host parents (17 and 28 October) and my, of course. Along with family and neighbors.
16. An evening of games together with family friends. What a beautiful What (I'm not totally ironic!).
17-18-19-20. [Holiday Autumn] Camping with the other maidens of the family in Friesland. Beautiful, surrounded by nature in autumn, the most relaxing and not even too cold!
22-23-24-25-26. [Autumn holiday] with AFSers BERLIN!
31. AFS regional activities in Leiden.
November
6-7-8. Weekend with the community of the church, again in a campsite. All in all not bad, because he had his.
14. HIJ Komtar, HIJ Komtar! Komtar Sinterklaas!
21. Walk Bengisu in Utrecht with a Turkish AFSer. Sipping tea and hot chocolate in the rooms warm while it is windy outside ... What could be more beautiful?
22. Giornatina home of Sarah, an Italian who lives near AFSer Wourden, in a beautiful rural village with the supermarket!
And here we are here.
From now on we will update in real time.
Thank you for your warm support I hope to still excites at least a little 'with my stories.
Oh, Eli, you're always as my ideal reader. As they greet the Dutch.
E 'was the first approach I had with the ' Netherlands. Here we give three kisses on the cheek. Friends if they happen to give one, it embraces rarely seen. Usually I greet actually only a gesture and a verbal greeting. But yes, the greeting is formal three kisses. Anyway, do not take anything for granted, I discovered, talking to other Italians that we usually give them one, but usually in Rome, even among friends, they give two and none in the area of \u200b\u200bReggio Emilia give it three. Oddities.
Thanks again.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Kiddie Smoke Detector Beep
Caress of Varanasi
Thirty-three small steps an off-white accompany my steps towards the sacred river.
The Ganges accept my body, cumbersome burden of a life without respect.
Varanasi full of spirituality and compassion for myself, I felt the need to remove those clothes so much care with which I arrived, I join the ethereal spirituality of this place that I loved so much in the stories and in the pages of dusty volumes to public library.
My feet too white, too clean, they move to the uncertain steps towards the river which brings mercy.
The sacred Hindu says that those who die in this city \u200b\u200bwill be forever in God's mercy, no more reincarnations, no more loops and recycle, just peace.
I look quite close to me, men who prepare the altar of wood.
A corpse is placed at the top, ready to become the wind to scatter ashes with a pat on the sacred mirror.
I had always imagined a sacred clear color, a heady scent, but I see only water and the smell of putrid mess.
dip their feet dirty in the world, the river purifies the generous man with black dirt, from the sins and takes care of it frees the soul and sacrificed for man, that's what I see, a gift.
watched the smoke of the wood, beside me, to accompany the soul of a woman into the sky.
The body will become ashes and fly toward the earth, the soul to heaven library, free to join the Mercy.
My body is completely submerged under the mantle purifier, a man stops to pray next to me, share me with his looks, his time.
I die now, Varanasi would be my last smile. Basketball Indoor New Jersery
A year abroad
Reflection
A year abroad is much more than what you say. Probably because you can not actually say because, as I had the opportunity to check on my skin between saying and doing is half of the sea. Nothing could be truer.
A year abroad is a different experience for each student.
A year abroad is first and foremost to bring oneself, one's person (and personality, in particular), in a different life than you've ever experienced. And believe me when I say that with imagination we can not reach.
's strange to notice certain flaws that were hidden in their nell'agevolezza the habit and routine, or simply very mild, it is strange to hear for the first time what it really lack , it is strange at some point realize that maybe that is not known but it is the lack "constant presence", because more than anything else all your loved ones always feel close to you regardless of kilometers. It 's strange feeling at times completely alone with their own weapons, with their vices and their virtues to fight against the many problems that are created around you, it's weird but sometimes feel a bit' the center of the world, when school everyone will recognize, the neighbors greet you. It 's strange to see that one day you're bored, why boredom is not what you expect to find before you leave, do not expect a normal life, mistakenly.
It is strange to be surprised one day think about your host family a bit 'as if it were indeed temporarily your family, it is strange to think that people are actually here them. For me it was strange to find out much more Italian than I thought to be much more connected to my land, my especially Sicily, than I could ever imagine.
The strangest thing is definitely certain times out, open your eyes and realize that yes, it's happening to me, are really a lot to the north than usual, I'm really riding through the channels, I'm really going through all this, I'm not just imagining more!
And a thousand other thoughts I would like this to be done, but I prefer to cut it here!
Next time I will devote more to the country that is hosting me, very well known and very strange at the same time.
If anyone has any questions in the meantime, some curiosity, can write in a comment and I will be happy to respond.
you soon!
Reflection
A year abroad is much more than what you say. Probably because you can not actually say because, as I had the opportunity to check on my skin between saying and doing is half of the sea. Nothing could be truer.
A year abroad is a different experience for each student.
A year abroad is first and foremost to bring oneself, one's person (and personality, in particular), in a different life than you've ever experienced. And believe me when I say that with imagination we can not reach.
's strange to notice certain flaws that were hidden in their nell'agevolezza the habit and routine, or simply very mild, it is strange to hear for the first time what it really lack , it is strange at some point realize that maybe that is not known but it is the lack "constant presence", because more than anything else all your loved ones always feel close to you regardless of kilometers. It 's strange feeling at times completely alone with their own weapons, with their vices and their virtues to fight against the many problems that are created around you, it's weird but sometimes feel a bit' the center of the world, when school everyone will recognize, the neighbors greet you. It 's strange to see that one day you're bored, why boredom is not what you expect to find before you leave, do not expect a normal life, mistakenly.
It is strange to be surprised one day think about your host family a bit 'as if it were indeed temporarily your family, it is strange to think that people are actually here them. For me it was strange to find out much more Italian than I thought to be much more connected to my land, my especially Sicily, than I could ever imagine.
The strangest thing is definitely certain times out, open your eyes and realize that yes, it's happening to me, are really a lot to the north than usual, I'm really riding through the channels, I'm really going through all this, I'm not just imagining more!
And a thousand other thoughts I would like this to be done, but I prefer to cut it here!
Next time I will devote more to the country that is hosting me, very well known and very strange at the same time.
If anyone has any questions in the meantime, some curiosity, can write in a comment and I will be happy to respond.
you soon!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Customize Troops On M&b
Opening
Good evening everyone and welcome to my new online space!
As I think all of you readers know, I'm Roberto and I arrived August 21, 2009 in the Netherlands to spend a year here, thanks to Intercultura.
through this blog I'd like to keep informed all those who are interested in learning more of my life here more easily, and I think that this can be quite constructive and even interesting.
then so I conclude this introductory post, with promise to return soon to enrich this space.
Thanks 
Good evening everyone and welcome to my new online space!
As I think all of you readers know, I'm Roberto and I arrived August 21, 2009 in the Netherlands to spend a year here, thanks to Intercultura.
through this blog I'd like to keep informed all those who are interested in learning more of my life here more easily, and I think that this can be quite constructive and even interesting.
then so I conclude this introductory post, with promise to return soon to enrich this space.
Thanks
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