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Just a list part IV

2010-10-30T23:46:00.005+02:00

China
France
Ghana
India
Iraq
Ireland
Italy
Jamaica
Lithuania
Morocco
Mozambique
Nigeria
USA
UK
Venezuela
Vietnam

Guess what is this list about?

I am looking forward for your comments!

We Help YOU to do it GREAT

2009-10-31T20:10:00.002+01:00

I guess that our official brand message is already well known to all of you Knowledge Warriors. As you might imagine, this message is not a simple advertisement (actually is not an advertisement ) made by some creative folks from a marketing company. This in fact is the result of sophisticated analytical review of our company profile which identifies it's personality, it's strengths, but most importantly what has to be done to align our approach to our customers.

Well I don't know if the brand message had the same effect on you, but when I heard it, it really impressed me. I knew I had previously heard it in a context related with our everyday work but I wasn't sure where. Once back to my room I started to think about it again..."Help you to do it great ... that sounds to me like give a good service ... Yes, that it is the word I was looking for :SERVICE! A company with SERVICE CULTURE" I thought. Rapidly I started to search through the books I recently read and I found it! The name of the book is Service Oriented Enterprises (Setrag Khoshafian - Auerbach Publications) and the related paragraph is the following:

"Serving is praised as a virtue, yet it seems much more difficult to realize it in practice. Inspiration and goose bumps well up when stories are told of unselfish sacrifice and service for noble causes:in social service, in politics, in religion and - why not - even in the military. However, there is a flip side. Our culture sometimes places the wrong emphasis when it rewards greed, aggrandized egos, and cut-throat approaches in climbing the corporate ladder. In a flattered world, we cannot afford to reward selfish ambitions. The service culture sees the success of the customer, shareholder, employee, and partner as essential requirement to fulfillment. It is service oriented. In a service oriented enterprise, greed is not good. Success is a side effect, not the focus. Success is not just about finances; it is about how well others are served and elevated. A service oriented culture means our main function and purpose is found in serving others: helping them achieve their potential"

It might seem like a coincidence but honestly I don't think so. This to me is the demostration that we are on the right path; the gratefull feelling that I am working for a company with a vision and that this vision is in line with the vanguard in our field.

Just a List - part III

2008-07-12T17:19:00.014+02:00

Le Chateau - Lagos, Nigeria
Le Palais Royal - Lagos, Nigeria
Youth Hostel Earls Court - London, UK
Holiday Inn Express - Cambridge, USA
Marriot - Beverly, USA
Pan American - New York, USA
Hyatt - Owing Mills, USA
Silken Puerta de Madrid - Madrid, Spain
Rafael - Madrid, Spain
Eurostars International Palace - Rome, Italy
Park Inn - Telford, UK
Haughton Hall - Shifnal, UK
Premier Inn - Nottingham, UK
Mon-Repos - Geneve, Switzerland
Hotel Central - Geneve, Switzerland
Park House Hotel - Shifnal, UK
Hyatt - Dulles - Washington DC, USA
Gaylord National Conference Center - Washington DC, USA
Hotel Hilton - Newcastle, UK
Hyatt Madeleine - Paris, France
Hotel Merrion - Dublin, Ireland
Halcyon Cove - Antigua
Stone Manor - Worchestershire, UK
Days Inn - Telford, UK
Grand Hotel Adriatico - Florence, Italy
Hotel Boscolo Bellini - Venice, Italy
Hotel Hilton Rome Airport - Fiumicino, Italy
Hotel Cardoso - Maputo, Mozambique
QHotel Telford Golf Club&Spa - Telford, UK

Just a list of some of the Hotels where I have been in the last year ... :)

Just a List - Part II - USA TV

2008-05-10T04:47:00.003+02:00

1. A reality of small people (in a big world)
2. A reality of a tatoo shop
3. A reality of chimps
4. A reality of a psychologist for dogs
5. A reality of a veterinary clinic
6. A reality of a family with 8 kids
7. A reality of a family with 5 kids
8. A reality of the Miami's Animal Police
9. A reality of people in Jail
10. A reality of a Choppers Factory
11. A reality of the Anti-Drugs special police
12. A reality of (normal) Police
13. A reality of a Plastic Surgery Hospital in Miami
14. A reality of extreme make over of people
15. A reality of extreme make overof houses
16. A reality of people that flip houses
17. A reality of people that exchange houses
18. A reality of people that open restaurants
19. A reality of mothers that escape for a week and try to realize their dreams
20. A reality about tunning cars
21. A reality of a Casino in Las Vegas
22. A reality of dirty jobs
23. And one great fiction and entertainment channel called CNN

Just a list - part I

2008-05-05T06:30:00.013+02:00

1. The Blues
2. The Jazz and all its derivations
3. Jimmy Hendrix
4. Ben Harper
5. The Samuel Adams
6. The colours of Maine in Autumn
7. Quentin Tarantino
8. Skating in Central Park
9. Malcom X
10. Muhamed Ali
11. Star Wars
12. The view of the Manhattan Island in the night from New Jersey
13. The actual Dollar/Sterling exchange rate ;)
14. Georgetown in D.C.
15. Barack Obama (Yes We Can!)
16. Francis Ford Coppola
17. The Ford Mustang 1973 Convertible
18. Jhon Lee Hooker, Nina Simone, Aretha Franklin (See number 1.. this is a list itself)
19. The Batman original TV serie (The one with soft ears)
20. Robert Pirsig
21. Jack Kerouac
22. Michael Moore
23. Charles Bukowski
24. The Dream of Dr. Martin Luther King

This is the (first) non ordered list of things I like about U.S.A.

Yet another Comming soon .. FREE TIBET

2008-03-18T19:33:00.003+01:00

My experience last Sunday at Washington DC at the protest for a FREE TIBET in front of the Chinese Embassy

Myth about the development World

2007-10-31T19:23:00.000+01:00

Today I just want suggest you to watch this presentation of Hans Rosling: I thing is great. Enjoy it!:

This is not a Simulation!

2007-10-30T03:43:00.000+01:00

I know there is a post below promising a coming soon that never come about London, but the fact is that I'm now in Boston (please don't ask what I'm doing here now .. that is for another entry). Anyway I was ready to write about my first visit to the United State of America, in this week I had fun and I walked all around the city trying to catch it essence, but when I felt inspired to write ...BEE! BEE! BEE! the fire alarm of my hotel room started. I though well this guys are always doing simulations, but then I heard very clearly the fatal sentence "THIS IS NOT A SIMULATION THIS IS NOT A SIMULATION" eh? I'm in the last floor guys! I just have time to take my trousers and obviously my pocket camera! I ran downstairs and the alarm was always playing more loud BEE BEE BEE THIS BUILDING IS UNDER EMERGENCY ... oh my God, oh our God! each floor I was looking if it was warm or if I can see flames. Finally I arrived downstairs, some people where smoking outside and chatting like nothing was happened (but that was not the reason of the alarm), then I went to the lobby and finally I heard what I want to hear: "We are sorry False alarm Sir". False Alarm? I nearly had a heart attach! At that moment all the guests started to arrive and of course our guys the Fire Fighters as well .. man they look like the ones on TV, I though :) So I did the photo!

Who knows me will say: "Raff this things always happen to you" and what can I say? is true, I took seat and start to think:"Raff are you stupid?, why you took the camera in a situation like this?" then I started to look around to all the other guys, they where in pajamas but with their laptops switched on man, their laptops switched on ;)

ONE LOVE! Bob Marley (Death) Anniversary, 11 May 1981

2007-05-14T20:50:00.000+02:00

If just few years ago when I was a rasta kid in Bari (south Italy) someone have told me that I would celebrate a Bob Marley aniversary in a Island in West Africa dancing live reggae music on the sand under the moon I would say: stop dreaming my friend. Well sometimes dreams come true and thanks to my friend Bami, who invited me, this time the dream really happened. I arrived to Tarkwa Bay at 6:00pm and we went to the village to meet some friends. I have been many times in Tarkwa but that was my first day in the village. I felt like if I was in a movie or in a dream, walking around with my rasta friends, Bob's music everywhere and the warm people of the village that made me feel like at home. The party was great and I'll talk about it later, but the best part of that night was the hospitality I received in Mama's Elizabeth House. She saw me and she told me: "you cannot go the party without dinner". She invite me to her house where I met his husband and the rest of her lovely family. She cooked me a fantastic pasta and we spent a couple of hours chatting all together with only illumination of the light of the moon (in Tarkwa there is no public electricity) and the soundtrack of the sea. Then we went to the beach the band was there playing, we danced and enjoined all the night. We came back walking and talking about how Bob's world wide influence, about how the world would be different if he would be still alive, and comparing his influence with Fela's experience. The next morning sweet Mama Elizabeth prepared a wonderful breakfeast, we talked about the party and how I enjoyed it. It was very difficult to take the boat that brought me back to the city and leave all that peaceful atmosphere behind me. Today I'm writing from my house in London, I can close my eyes and I can still feel the breeze of the Benin Gulf, the music, the friendship and the warm of the house of the family that treat me just like another son. One Love!

RACIST GO HOME!

2007-04-13T12:50:00.000+02:00

“What is this nigger doing on my chair?”
“Don’t take that chair the nigger was using it”
”You cannot trust in these [niggers]…they will always betray you”
“We saw you but we didn’t say hello to you because you were in company of that nigger”
“There are things that you must to hide at home … don’t go around with WCs! (I was with my girlfriend)”
“The new one (a new arrived foreigner) seems a good one, but wait a week because it seems he likes the niggers”
“There are some of them that are not so bad like the others”
“These [niggers] are savages”
“The only things they are good for is to sleep and steal”
“They say they are students…but here is the same as saying that they are bitches”
“Don’t let them enter your house…they will pass on information to steal you…”
“One of these [niggers] sleeping in my house? If I bring one of these [niggers] in Europe for work I can only allow them to sleep in a garage or in a stable”
“Come back from my country is very hard, I was in my office surrounded by these and I asked me: what I’m f… doing here?”

I swear this list of disgusting sentences is infinite and they are part of every day’s vocabulary of many of the uncoloured people that I often must deal with in Lagos. I will not comment any of the above sentences because I think the nonsense is obvious, and I will try to keep calm and my fair stile, even if the topic of this post is about such stupid and despicable people. In Italy we have a proverb that says: “The mother of the stupid and ignorant ones is always pregnant”. Well I can add to that proverb! Looking at how many foolish ones I meet every day are, these pregnant women have twins sometimes. Let me explain why…
I think is really stupid to be racist against everything and everyone that comes from another country when you are in your own country, but is simply idiotic to be racist when you are living in a country of 120.000.000 strong and proud African people.

When I was starting to think about this entry for my blog I was tempted to talk about xenophobia, but for months I was studying the way they think, the way they act, the way the treat people, the insulting way they talk about this country, when the only thing this country does is to open its borderlines to bring them opportunities that they will never have in their countries. My conclusion is that here we are not talking about the simply fear and paranoia, but we are talking about the worst kind of racism, they really thing they are superiors. I think seriously that this generous country and its lovely people don’t deserve that such white vampires come here just to suck from its blood, leave their excrements and then fly back to their cold caverns. The funny thing is that most of these “people” come from some of the less industrialized countries in Europe and in some cases South America, they call savage the Nigerians (and African in general) when in some towns of their “evolved” countries there are still alive traditions like the “launch of the goat from the bell tower”, they discriminate people where their own people is discriminated in others parts of the world (In particular I remember some news about south European guys attached by right extremist in Austria and others north Europeans countries) that is to say, remember you can always finish living in a country where the “nigger” is you :)

In any case we can not do something to eliminate forever ignorance and stupidity (remember their mothers are always pregnant) but we can suggest something intelligent that can be helpful for those that think that they can do what they want to others because they are Oyinbos. Nobody come to Naija for work with a gun pointed to his head, all of us are well recompensed for the effort to live far from our families (this is the worst aspects that come in my mind), and the jobs in Nigeria are only for volunteers. If in any moment do you think that you don’t like the place, that you cannot resist without your typical food, that you miss the facilities that you have in your country, that you don’t like the people and you feel unsafe (surrounded by niggers), well the answer is very easy: GO HOME! Actually in Spain (My former country before Naija) there is a perfect sentence that xenophobic people use to express the same concept (A. T. P. C.), I will not repeat it here because is a sentence that I really hate, but in this case please apply it to yourselves and leave us, the adopted Nigerians, to live and enjoy this grateful land. God Bless Nigeria.

OKADA RIDERS! The most popular and essential transport in everyday life in Lagos

2007-03-09T15:20:00.000+01:00

You cannot say you had been in Lagos if you haven't tried to go around the city on an Okada. I'm conscious that transport in this city is a big problem for thousand of people that sometimes must to travel for hours to reach their job everyday, and okadas is for most of them the best solution for mobility, is cheaper and faster than a taxi, and is fresher than a minibus, but let me talk about it from another point of view. Some years ago (actually 18) I had read a book called Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values where the author (Robert Pirsig) in one of the firsts chapters talk about the difference between to cross a land inside a vehicle, and when you do the same thing riding a bike. Inside a car you are physically separated from the environment and your perception of the world around you is filtered by the windows of your car, watching the reality like in a screen. From the other side when you are traveling in a bike you are a part of the environment you are crossing, you can feel the smells, the temp of the air, you can here the noises and look at the people face to face. Well I just can say that it’s true, and I recommend to try but first I will give to you some recommendations: Is important to choose the right okada if you don’t want to transform your supposed relaxed experience in a moto gp trial :). First choose one with a bike in good conditions. Second look at the okada rider, I personally prefer not too young and not too old, that’s means experience and more conscience. Then establish the price of the trip before and once in the road just remember to keep your knees close to bike especially in proximity of traffic.

Well my first experience was some month ago, from Adeola Odeku to my house. People were looking at me like “Hey! Look at that Oyimbo (white guy) on an Okada!” It was a very hot day and my company’s drivers were not around. This is my great opportunity, I thought, just a whistling and my okada rider was ready to pick me. Once the trip starts you can feel the breeze and the hot of the day is past for few minutes. I had arrived to my destination very fast, and like a child in a luna park I didn’t want to stop. Once in my house I realized I didn’t have little notes of money (my deal was 30 Naira), but one of the drivers of the company was there, James, and he told me with a smile in his face, “Don’t worry Sir. I’ll give the rest for you”.

Take a virtual tour from Mega Plaza through Ozumba to Musa Balarabe. Price:60 Nairas ;)

Hey Man!

2007-02-22T10:50:00.000+01:00

Ok, I did it again and who knows me very well knows what I’m talking about (or not Squaz?). In September in my first week in Lagos a friend invited both Enrique and me to a church in Mainland, in the north of the city. Neither Enrique nor me are two that you can call a religious guy, but for us it would be a new experience because the type of ceremony, a Gospel mass. For a Blues lover like me it was very exciting to assist to this kind of event and after few minutes we were completely involved in the atmosphere and believe me we saw the light! Yes just like the blues brothers, the only two white guys in the middle of a Gospel mass singing and praying with our hands up to the sky … HEY MAN! HEY MAN! Yes I started to follow people telling Hey Man! After each pray of the pastor.

The experience was very intense and nice and all this time I was thinking in how Blues sounds speak to God calling him “Hey Man!”, but some days ago I was watching TV with a friend and someone in the movie praying said: hey man! And I said, “Hey! This is not a gospel ceremony, why he say Hey Man?“ … my friend start to laugh I correct me telling: no Raffaele, is not “Hey Man” when you pray you must to say AMEN!AMEN!AMEN!

Is time to talk

2007-02-01T19:51:00.000+01:00

This is my first attempt to write in English in my blog,
so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

After all these months without making any comments, I think it is time to talk about my new country, in fact my new life. From my first day in Nigeria, I was thinking of writing about this country, its wonderful people and all the experiences I'm having here. It's not easy for me to find a starting point, it's not easy to summarize in just a few words all the experiences I'm having here every day., But I can say that every day I learn something new about Nigeria, Nigerians and life in general. Let’s start with my new hobby, surfing. A couple of weeks ago, I discovered Tarkwa Bay, a little bay near Lagos, a 15 minutes ride by boat from Ikoyi. There, I met Soji my surfing teacher and also a friend, who let me borrow his surfing board and showed me how to ride my first waves., Well actually I did not ride it but at least I learned how to paddle and take the waves in body surfing style :D. Anyway, surfing is a lot of fun, however, what I really wanted to tell you about was how Nigerians are . Here is my real story, I was trying to keep a wave when I started to feel sick , my stomach hurt and I needed to go to the bathroom urgently! Hey, it is true, don’t laugh, it was terrible! I asked Soji for a place to go and he said: “follow me, let’s go to my house, it is just five minutes away”. I didn’t have my shoes there, so he took his own shoes and told me: “Take this Raff, the sand is too hot!”, then he saw the pain in my face, and he understood I didn’t have time to go to his home,Thus he asked one of the neighbors for help. Of course they helped me , and the “Mama” told me to feel free to take a shower and relax. What can I say? I’m talking about real humble people who gave me all their hospitality. Let’s clarify this, I paid for my surfing lesson, and I gave some money to the Mama who helped me, but I didn't pay for their gentility and the Mama's warm smile.

That’s it, simple stories, simple things, simple lessons that I learn every day in my new Country and that I wanted to share with all of you.

Madrilismos

2006-10-15T21:32:00.000+02:00

Ya se que llevo un mes en Lagos y debería empezar a escribir de mi experiencia aqui. Les puedo asegurar que cosas que contar sobre Nigeria tengo un montón, pero en estos días he estado repasando en mi mente algunos de los vocablos claves que aprendí durante mi estancia en Madrid y he pensado en resumirlos en la lista a continuación. Obviamente la lista no pretende ser un diccionario completo, sino simplemente un memorandum de palabras que a mi personalmente me hacen recordar todas y cada una de las situaciones de mis dias en Madrid en que las escuché por primera vez y en las que obviamente se desencadenaba la risa. Además pueden ser de utilidad, como guia de sobrevivencia, al próximo (pardillo) que se encuentre en la misma situación en la que me encontré yo en mis primeros dias en los que pensaba que dominaba el idioma :). Claro está que son bienvenidos sugerencias, correcciones para completar la lista así que espero vuestros comentarios. Un saludo a todos Raff, El Zingari Salati

Al loro	Prestar atención, cuidado. Ej. Al loro colega
Amarillo	Baja de presión arterial, sobretodo después de uso y abuso de drogas y alcohol
Boca Negra	Véase Bocazas
Bocazas	Al que no se le puede contar nada íntimo porque se entera todo dios.
Bufas	Tetas de dimensiones notables. Véase meños, verzas
Buga	Automóvil. Véase Bugati
Burra	Moto. Véase hierro
Buyas	Ano. Véase horto, cacas
Cacas	Ano. Véase buyas, horto
Canuto	Pitillo de droga ligera. Véase Petas, petardos
China	Pequeña muestra de hashish. Véase Piedra, costo
Chinao	Cabreado,Obsesionado, Enfadado. Véase mosqueado
Chiriflús	Vermouth con Gin
Chivato	Sutil capa de plástico que envuelve las cajetillas de tabaco. Usada para transportar pequeñas cantidades de drogas
Chungo	Malo, difícil
Chusta	Parte final del canuto. Do you chust? A Chust never disgust!
Cinco	Número peligroso de pronunciar en público. Véase cuatro
Cinturón	Minifalda
Ciruelo	Órgano sexual masculino.
Costo	Ashish
Engorilao	Obsesionado, enfadado. Véase chinao
Frenazo	Marca residual de una hez en los calzoncillos o en el wc (véase gallumbos y tigre).
Fresa	Cabeza
Gallola	Masturbación masculina (véase apuñalarse la ingle, paja)
Gallolos	Calzoncillos
Gallumbos	Véase gallolos
Garito	Local nocturno
Horto	Ano. Véase cacas, buyas
Jiñar	Defecar. Véase Castigar la porcelana, Liberar un willy, Pintar un Ángel negro, Visitar al señor roca, Soltar un Zeppelín
Kilo Un millón
La caña	Guapísimo. Véase la Ostia
La dolorosa	La cuenta
Lorenzo	Sol
Loro	Radiocasette
Madero	Policia
Marrón	Problema
Masas	Varón fuerte. Ej, estár masas
Me parto la caja	Morirse de la risa
Meños	Tetas. Vease bufas, verzas
Movida	Problema
Orejas de pana	Imbécil
Paciencias	Pitillo de droga ligera construido reciclando un cigarrillo cuando no se dispone de papel
Pantacas	Pantalones
Pantarrosca	Pantalones con la cintura muy alta. Véase Pantalones sobaqueras
Pasta	Dinero. Véase perras
Pava	Tía. Véase Piva
Pavo	Unidad de dinero. Usualmente utilizado para decir que no se tiene
Perras	Dinero. Véase pasta
Petable	Chica apetecible
Petao	Lleno, cansado
Petar	Acto sexual. Véase apretarle el cacas
Picoleto	Guardia civil
Piltra	Cama
Pipa	Pistola
Pirula	Pastilla
Pirulo	Darse un paseo. Véase voltio, rulo
Piti	Cigarrillo
Pitufo	Policia municipal
Piva	Chica. Véase Pájara, vibora, chis
Plantar un pino	Defecar
Poligamo	Zona industrial donde usualmente se compran drogas y sexo
Queli	Casa
Rallao	Obsesionado, enfadado. Véase chinao
Rodriguez	Quedarse sin pareja temporalmente
Sobar	Dormir
Sopa	Gasolina
Telepi	Empleado del telepizza
Tigre	w.c.
Tomate	Calcetín roto
Tragaperra	Máquina para jugar poker
Trócolo	Pitillo de droga ligera. Véase Petas, petardos, canuto
Tronco	Colega
Truñar	Defecar
Truño	Hez
Viuda	Caña servida sin tapa
Yoyas	Bofetones

Hasta la vista Madrid!

2006-09-24T01:49:00.000+02:00

Jamás hubiese imaginado que mi partida de Madrid llegase justo en el momento que más disfrutaba de la vida en esta esplendida ciudad. Parece mentira que hayan pasado casi tres años y medio desde mi llegada, es increible la cantidad de situaciones que he vivido, así como la cantidad de recuerdos que para siempre me vincularán a este lugar. Sin duda puedo decir que tal vez aqui haya pasado los mejores momentos que recuerde desde hace mucho tiempo y sin duda aqui he encontrado a algunas de las personas que más llevo dentro de mi corazón...Chema, Juanito, Pablo, Rubén, Jose Marcos por solo nombrar a algunos, pero la lista de personas que se han hecho querer aqui (o allí) es grandisima. Por lo menos me ha dado tiempo a ser todo un ciudadano de Hortaleza, también conocida como Hortapawer :), zona de la ciudad en la que estaba destinado a vivir ... Lo mejor de todo es la naturaleza con la que he sentido mia esta ciudad, desde mis primeros dias, aprendiendo sus calles, sus barrios, su lexico que tanto me gusta y que me llevo por todo el mundo (hasta aqui en Lagos sigo diciendo cosas como ("me parto to' el orto tronco.."). Aqui dejo como podreis imaginar una parte preciosa de mi vida, llena de noches fantasticas, de tardes inolvidables en el pantano del Berrueco con mis coleguis, tardes de risas por la latina, las fiestas de mi barrio, bares y baretos, pub y discos, plazas y parquesillos, aqui dejo a mis paseos solitarios llenos de sueños (de esos del tipo "voy a salir a pasear un ratito, sentarme en el parque a fumar un porrito..."), pero me llevo los buenos momentos que hemos compartidos, por cierto casi siempre acompañados de sendas cañitas ;)
Madrid hace solo un par de semanas que mi nueva vida ha comensado, aqui no me va nada mal, es más estoy realizando uno de mis sueños, pero no sabes cuanto te extraño, te extraño como no extrañé a Italia a mi partida hace unos años...pero estoy seguro que nos encontraremos pronto y que estarás allí esperandome para abrazarme de nuevo..Hasta la vista Madrid!!
p.d. Una sola cosa ... cuidate del cejas! ;)

Etnosur 2006

2006-07-27T10:39:00.000+02:00

Ya han pasado algunos dias desde que volví de Alcalá la Real, donde se celebra desde hace 10 años el festival Etnosur, y toda via siguen plasmadas en mi mente las imágenes y las emociones que viví durante todo el fin de semana. Han pasado cuatro días y todavia me parece extraño tener que ponerme los zapatos en la mañana, despertarme en mi cama en vez que debajo de los pinos del castillo de Alcalá. Extraño sobretodo esa sensación de libertad que mi alma y mi cuerpo respiraron en esos días y noches. Los bailes, los cantos, los baños con la manguera en la plaza del pueblo, los excelentes conciertos en la noche, las performances de los artistas en el escenario, las palmas de los cantaores, el estruendo de los djembe' de mis colegas todo esto me brindó el Etnosur, pero sobretodo me dió la oportunidad de encontrar a gente encantadora que me acojió como uno más del grupo y con los cuales compartimos ratos que para mi serán inolvidables. Por eso quiero saludar con cariño a Alfredo, Paola, El Rata, Los Charlie, Marta, Miguel y a todos los demás esperando de vernos pronto para liarla de nuevo, no olvideis todavia nos queda veranito chicos y hay que aprovechar el solecito hasta el último rayito de calol! no?. Para ver algunas de las fotos del finde basta hacer click sobre la foto de la portada, ¿le reconoceis? si soy yo el Raffaele hace ya algunos añitos playing mi didjeridu en mi habitación de Bari... Un abrazo a todos! Raff ;)

Cumpleaños Nazareth 2006

2006-07-20T13:33:00.000+02:00

Cumpleaños Nazareth 2006
Originally uploaded by Salati Consultore.

Este Domingo estuvimos todos en casa de Raul y Marta en la sierra celebrando el cumple de Naza .. como se puede intuir de las fotos la pasamos genial! La parrilla nos quedó riquisima y Super Mojito de Ruben fué el toque final perfecto. Aprovecho para felicitar de nuevo a Nazareth y para invitarles a todos a que se repita ... la próxima pero en mi casa ok? ;)

Saludos Raff