<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:10:52.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What I see and think...</title><subtitle type='html'>New environment, new people, new lifestyle, new life and new questions which need to be answered. That's what waits for me in Italy, in my new homeplace. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-1953424575532583712</id><published>2008-01-10T17:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:03:51.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/2177845580/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2177845580_84d33a4045_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/2177845580/"&gt;on the top&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/renatela/"&gt;renatela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till what date can we say "happy new year" to the people we meet for the first time in a year? My late grandma used to say that you can do that till Easter, my Italian colleagues think it's acceptable only till the Epiphany on January 6, my Irish colleagues just answer me "many happy returns to you too" without any comment, so I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new year's resolution? This year I have made none. Because the things I'd like to promise myself and to others are always the same and I can't get them done anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a real snow this winter? I had to climb high on the Italian mountain to see and to touch it, where I could taste the delicious polenta with mushrooms. But as usual there was 1 hour snow in Dublin as well without actually staying on the streets. Happy winter to everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-1953424575532583712?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/1953424575532583712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=1953424575532583712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/1953424575532583712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/1953424575532583712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2177845580_84d33a4045_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-2540516205799023084</id><published>2007-11-26T16:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:55:23.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>travelling by reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/1073429137/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/1073429137_ad13d46914_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/1073429137/"&gt;surrounded by zebra&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/renatela/"&gt;renatela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know when it started. I was waiting for the flight at Dublin's airport and as usual went to the bookshop to check for some book to read while on the airplane. The first book that got into my hands was the one about travelling around Ireland by Pete McCarthy &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/McCarthys-Bar-Journey-Discovery-Ireland/dp/0340766050/"&gt;"McCarthy's Bar: A Journey of Discovery in Ireland"&lt;/a&gt;and I read it with a great pleasure. I didn't realize at that time that something remained in my heart, something warm and jumpy every time I thought about some other travels. &lt;br /&gt;And then I went to Africa. And then I came back. And now I'm just about to finish another travel book by Paul Theroux  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Star-Safari-Penguin-Celebrations/dp/0141035129/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1196092157&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;"Dark Star Safari" &lt;/a&gt; and as you can imagine it's about Africa. I don't know where it will end - but I'm keen  on buying another travel book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-2540516205799023084?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/2540516205799023084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=2540516205799023084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/2540516205799023084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/2540516205799023084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2007/11/travelling-by-reading.html' title='travelling by reading'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/1073429137_ad13d46914_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-3200736717432812657</id><published>2007-06-22T21:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:24:02.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/591683885/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/591683885_c873d02311_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/591683885/"&gt;fresh milk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/renatela/"&gt;renatela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;irish drink a lot of milk. i see them happy with their freshly bought 500 ml milk containers in the canteen eating potatoes and meet and on the top just drinking the whole half liter of milk. i see empty milk containers dropped in the streets, i see them on the windows. if someone counted would probably be surprised to find out that milk bottles by their number in the streets, especially after a weekend, are almost equal competitors for beer bottles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-3200736717432812657?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/3200736717432812657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=3200736717432812657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/3200736717432812657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/3200736717432812657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2007/06/fresh-milk.html' title='fresh milk'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/591683885_c873d02311_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-7530166765122649971</id><published>2007-06-11T16:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:46:38.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i piaceri della vita: sfogliare il libro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/535167541/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1162/535167541_26653ad74d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/535167541/"&gt;i piaceri della vita: sfogliare il libro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/renatela/"&gt;renatela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ragazzi, it took me a while to post something here. It happened many times that I was full of ideas and thoughts but never went that far to post them online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm proudly presenting my new toy - Canon 400d SRL camera. I know that by using a better camera one is going to make definitely better photos, but I wish to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these days I'm flying a lot, business and vacation reasons, so my only sincere companion is a book. I have just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Abortionists-Daughter-Website-Test-1/dp/0330443003"&gt;"Abortionist's Daughter" by Elisabeth Hyde&lt;/a&gt; and now reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dance-Haruki-Murakami/dp/0679753796"&gt;"Dance Dance Dance" by Haruki Murakami&lt;/a&gt; (in Italian). I'm back to my Japanese period. Should check what my favorite Banana Yoshimoto has published recently. However, I was a bit sick of her interest in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-7530166765122649971?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/7530166765122649971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=7530166765122649971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/7530166765122649971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/7530166765122649971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-piaceri-della-vita-sfogliare-il-libro.html' title='i piaceri della vita: sfogliare il libro'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1162/535167541_26653ad74d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-116784405704373000</id><published>2007-01-03T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:07:37.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>searching for the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/339512602/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/339512602_64bd3cc8a5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, the waiting is over and the date we write today has 2007 in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year help us all to start doing the things we really desire to do, to say words we never had an opportunity or courage to say, to learn and try something new... Well well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this polaroid photo taken on the last day of December 2006 would be a nice way to start this year, photographically speaking of course:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to organize my thoughts in order to put them here or somewhere else more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's stay in contact.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-116784405704373000?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/116784405704373000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=116784405704373000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/116784405704373000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/116784405704373000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2007/01/searching-for-snow.html' title='searching for the snow'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/339512602_64bd3cc8a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-115997519827390653</id><published>2006-10-04T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:19:58.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How many different ways there are to pronounce a word “pear”?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/75110898/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/75110898_a032e48742_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and my Italian colleagues were in this Thai restaurant and were served by Irish looking girl. For the dessert she explained us that they have chocolate cake, strawberry cake and pear cake. We all asked for the pear one, but she didn’t understand or pretended not to and kept saying “pardon”… We tried to pronounce that damned word in all the possible ways we could, but honestly, when you have only 3 dessert choices… Finally the girl said, “oh, pear cake”. Of course! And that’s only one example of how Irish people don’t understand and don’t help the foreigners to be understood. In Italy this didn’t happen with me.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-115997519827390653?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/115997519827390653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=115997519827390653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115997519827390653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115997519827390653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-many-different-ways-there-are-to.html' title='How many different ways there are to pronounce a word “pear”?'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-115892468279961247</id><published>2006-09-22T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:31:22.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lined-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/249210913/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/93/249210913_1aaf39090a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today i didn't make any sky photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last couple of weeks every morning i saw some beautiful sky to photograph. today - NIENTE. maybe because of the hurricane-kind wind we had last night. so many trees have finished their life tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so chaotic and i have such a strong need of stability and arrangement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know any spell to line-up one's life just like the wind did with these clouds?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-115892468279961247?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/115892468279961247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=115892468279961247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115892468279961247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115892468279961247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/09/lined-up.html' title='lined-up'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-115876491386116824</id><published>2006-09-20T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:08:33.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lithuania through the bus window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/243706568/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/243706568_bc352bf125_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's how much I saw of Lithuania during my last trip back home at the beginning of September. I knew it was going to be a short visit, but I didn't realize I was going to spend most of my time going by bus from one town to another - visiting my friends, my family, finishing up some business left from the last time I was home.&lt;br /&gt;And it was quite nice time. In the mornings and in the evenings you could feel the cold autumn air and some trees already have got the special colour order for their leaves. But local people didn't agree it was an Indian summer, they hope to have something like that later on, maybe in October.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking a lot about the weather. That's what my brother says. He's complaining that the biggest part of my text message is devoted to the weather description. I'm worried - am I becoming an English culture person?&lt;br /&gt;I just looked now through the window and saw the rain pouring down. Yes, I'm in Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;What do you see through your window? Don't be afraid to talk about the weather.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-115876491386116824?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/115876491386116824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=115876491386116824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115876491386116824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115876491386116824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/09/lithuania-through-bus-window.html' title='Lithuania through the bus window'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-115539424969205746</id><published>2006-08-12T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:50:49.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>summer sun is in this flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/212358100/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/212358100_de090ee84a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right. It's August already and seems that in Dublin the summer is finished. I'm looking to buy a new scarf, a new coat, a new... something to keep me warm and up in spirits as the Italians say. But instead of all that today I bought a new knife for our kitchen!! Huh, dangerous woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was remembering my trip to the USA 5 years ago and how fantastically lucky I was to come back home before the 11/9 events. The same thing happened this week - I flew from Italy changing planes at London Stansted airport couple hours before the whole "casino" (in Italian) happened... I am really lucky. Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, now that I fly several times a month with Ryanair I became a really good specialist of this airline - I always have an extra pullover to keep me warm as they like to freeze people in their planes a lot. And this time one of the flight attendant's name was...guess what... Ryan..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is finished. At least for me. What about you?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-115539424969205746?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/115539424969205746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=115539424969205746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115539424969205746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115539424969205746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-sun-is-in-this-flower.html' title='summer sun is in this flower'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-115151059644102455</id><published>2006-06-28T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:50:32.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'>una giornata cosi'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/456334301/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/456334301_5f4bb26a2e_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="velykos lietuvoje" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is one of these days when you can't understand why everyone around you makes you angry. &lt;br /&gt;you know, the people passing by and hitting your shoulder, the cars not stopping at the red light, the long queues at the shops during the lunch breaks, the short lunch break hour, the long working day and... even the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm frustrated. mi sento come in una gabbia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i searched for a while for the photo which would represent my mood today. i think this old february rainy night suits me the best.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-115151059644102455?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/115151059644102455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=115151059644102455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115151059644102455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115151059644102455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/06/una-giornata-cosi.html' title='una giornata cosi&apos;'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/456334301_5f4bb26a2e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-115101174450171022</id><published>2006-06-22T23:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:32:52.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dublin at 5pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/172827994/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/61/172827994_3e25b7af6f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;today I partecipated at world sky synchronicity project on http://sky-cafe.anyidea.net - everyone was taking photo of their sky at the same exact time - 4pm GMT. It's like one of these projects "let's everyone jump and stop the world going around" only that it doesn't do any harm (those who've seen recently one car makers commercial on TV about the zen garden and tree loosing its leaves will understand me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today Italy won against Czech republic. I went to watch the match with my Italian colleagues. That's the second time I watched football game as I'm not going crazy about it. I think I was the only one from our party who noticed the marketing side of the game, the major question I had in my head during the match was "does it cost more to have your logo on the wall on the side which is filmed by international TV operators?". As only the one wall was always seen on BBC tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have internet at home tonight and, not knowing what to do, keep writing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my english teacher told me today that i keep using "continuous" tense. and that's my mistake. i'm keeping doing that mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-115101174450171022?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/115101174450171022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=115101174450171022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115101174450171022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115101174450171022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/06/dublin-at-5pm.html' title='dublin at 5pm'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-115088480699035776</id><published>2006-06-21T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:13:27.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>wild Ireland's west</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/171844887/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/171844887_41f64404ac_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lately i'm always on the road - it's been 3 weeks that all my weekends are occupied by travels and the coming 3 weeks will continue like this. &lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy about that. exploring ireland, coming for business to italy - world is at the reach of my hand.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-115088480699035776?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/115088480699035776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=115088480699035776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115088480699035776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/115088480699035776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/06/wild-irelands-west.html' title='wild Ireland&apos;s west'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-114891993476794410</id><published>2006-05-29T18:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:25:34.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lough tay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/155629113/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/77/155629113_ac129834e6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you think it's a lovely summer out here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for the irish standards maybe it's a normal season. for me it's quite cold. very windy. too much of rain. and every morning i have this question: and now, what should I put on? you'll say - that's a question every girl in the world has! ok ok. so maybe it's really ok - the weather in ireland - as it doesn't change anything in my morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am. looking for a rich Guinness heir in front of one of Guinness family estates - Lough Tay.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-114891993476794410?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/114891993476794410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=114891993476794410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114891993476794410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114891993476794410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/05/lough-tay.html' title='lough tay'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-114847500198147672</id><published>2006-05-24T14:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:35:18.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il tempo dei papaveri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/149170143/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/149170143_92bae4979f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every year I miss out the season of poppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this "thing" for the fields of poppies - they are the flowers that remind me one morning of my childhood - the morning of summer, when all my family was together and me, a little girl with white long stockings, was ready to visit her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only poppy I could find near the bay of Dublin.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-114847500198147672?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/114847500198147672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=114847500198147672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114847500198147672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114847500198147672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/05/il-tempo-dei-papaveri.html' title='Il tempo dei papaveri'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-114708782915723433</id><published>2006-05-08T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:30:29.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday birdwatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/142618974/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/142618974_a878f41681_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;greetings from dublin. it's been three weeks that i'm here and every day i'm finding something new and marvellous about this place..&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-114708782915723433?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/114708782915723433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=114708782915723433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114708782915723433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114708782915723433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-birdwatcher.html' title='sunday birdwatcher'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-114318610852903793</id><published>2006-03-24T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:41:48.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The spring is somewhere around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/117100769/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/117100769_b82906ee49_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and seems that life is returning into its traditional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was thinking that Italian "ciao ciao ciao" sounds like the song of some bird - sometimes a bit annoying, most of the time very cheerful. It's so easy to say "ciao" or "hi" when you meet the same person several times of the day in Italy or in English speaking country and you know you had a CONTACT with a person. In Lithuania we don't use to say "labas" every time  we meet the same person during the same day and I feel a bit weird - try to smile like saying "here we meet again", try to say or comment on something... Boh.. I prefer this "ciao" and "hi" - so easy, not involving and full of meaning.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-114318610852903793?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/114318610852903793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=114318610852903793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114318610852903793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114318610852903793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-is-somewhere-around.html' title='The spring is somewhere around'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-114174889582164694</id><published>2006-03-07T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:30:34.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It depends from what side you look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/109116329/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/109116329_f0c54f7ac4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend I had organized another "international" evening for my italian master colleagues - my german friend was in Italy and he stopped by in Pavia. &lt;br /&gt;Was funny to force myself to talk English again and to listen to italians explaining to a german guy about the life "with Silvio".&lt;br /&gt;I need to brush up my English as the possibility of my transfer to Dublin is getting more and more real.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-114174889582164694?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/114174889582164694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=114174889582164694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114174889582164694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114174889582164694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-depends-from-what-side-you-look.html' title='It depends from what side you look...'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-114130904013352676</id><published>2006-03-02T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:17:20.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural crossings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/106688389/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/106688389_9bf157f471_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend I was in Paris. A lovely city I must say. All the buildings, monuments left a strong impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;But more than beauty of the architecture, the simple life of people attracted me. Maybe after the "always seek the best, the shiny, the more desired" style of life Italians lead, I would prefer a way more calm but more profound rhythm of the day?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-114130904013352676?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/114130904013352676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=114130904013352676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114130904013352676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114130904013352676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/03/cultural-crossings.html' title='Cultural crossings'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-114061731111371774</id><published>2006-02-22T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:08:31.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterized</title><content type='html'>Hey, this monday I finished my Italian master and now they call me "masterizzata" :) The year of master was quite interesting: studied new things, made new friends, lived Italian-kinda life.&lt;br /&gt;Now what? We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-114061731111371774?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/114061731111371774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=114061731111371774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114061731111371774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/114061731111371774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/02/masterized.html' title='Masterized'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-113682583467801364</id><published>2006-01-09T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:57:14.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the train can't decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/53302480/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/53302480_5699f34bb2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I re-started my commuting to Milan from Pavia.&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at the train station. The first thing I see - the "usual" notice about the delay of 1 hour of my train. OOOKKK.. &lt;br /&gt;I take another train and at some point of the road it stops. My "colleagues" of the "trip" start sweating. Right…. I take off my coat. The scarf on my neck becomes very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a man on the loudspeakers announces that this train will stop only at the central station of Milan. AHhh! But I must get off at another station of Milan, how do they dare to change the order? The train is full of angry voices. I'm not alone. &lt;br /&gt;After some minutes, the same mane announces that the train will stop at other stations of Milan as well. OOKKK.. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;After some minutes, a new announcement - the train will stop at every intermediary stop! That means we'll be late! And we are JUST LATE. &lt;br /&gt;After these announcements and after some minutes, and after some other minutes, and some other minutes again, the train starts moving. Yeah! And now it stops at every stop. &lt;br /&gt;Perfect - my first day at work this year and I'm late for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect start of this year :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-113682583467801364?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/113682583467801364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=113682583467801364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/113682583467801364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/113682583467801364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/01/train-cant-decide.html' title='the train can&apos;t decide'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-113632788384345184</id><published>2006-01-03T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:38:03.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kryzkele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/81714982/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/81714982_9658684840_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy new year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I hope the journey that we start this year will be rewarding, interesting and full of little discoveries...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-113632788384345184?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/113632788384345184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=113632788384345184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/113632788384345184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/113632788384345184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2006/01/kryzkele.html' title='kryzkele'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-112911317624754048</id><published>2005-10-12T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:32:50.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of dejavù</title><content type='html'>It's October and I'm done with my master studies. Working as an intern in one insurance company in Milan. Therefore every morning I wake up early to start my long journey to Milan... And every morning there's something interesting on my way... this morning was full of dejavù - met the people I have met yesterday, saw the same dogs playing with a ball in the park - all is the same like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I'm &lt;em&gt;INside&lt;/em&gt; the normal everyday life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-112911317624754048?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/112911317624754048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=112911317624754048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/112911317624754048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/112911317624754048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-of-dejav.html' title='The day of dejavù'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111925680182898153</id><published>2005-06-20T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:40:01.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vacations!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/18161046/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/18161046_eb94834e82_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, tomorrow I leave for kind of summer vacations in Corsica. I'm very excited. My photocamera will see lots of new views...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111925680182898153?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111925680182898153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111925680182898153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111925680182898153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111925680182898153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacations.html' title='vacations!!'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111822807958907876</id><published>2005-06-08T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:54:39.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>no troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/18161043/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/18161043_b18135a212_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm trying to be "serena" - no troubles, guys.. no troubles.. Exam is postponed, after 12 days I go for a short vacation to Corsica and I'm really excited about that.. all is OK. no troubles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why this anxiety?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111822807958907876?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111822807958907876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111822807958907876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111822807958907876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111822807958907876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-troubles.html' title='no troubles'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111762002868107830</id><published>2005-06-01T11:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:00:28.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New album of April photos on my homepage</title><content type='html'>Today I finally uploaded my new album of Photo Diary for April 2005 on my &lt;a href="http://renatela.tripod.com"&gt;home page &lt;/a&gt;on tripod. It took me some time due to lack of connection to Internet and some problems with programs for uploading the albums. However, here I am. Give me some moment and the album of May will be there as well.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Happy start of the summer, today is the 1st of June - the day of children's defence if I'm not wrong. That was the holiday that I always waited for when was a little kid because during that day I was in the center of attention of my family and usually we went out and I could eat as much ice creams as I wanted and draw on the sidewalks with colourful crayons or what's their name... So, happy Children day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111762002868107830?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111762002868107830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111762002868107830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111762002868107830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111762002868107830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-album-of-april-photos-on-my.html' title='New album of April photos on my homepage'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111640765828521913</id><published>2005-05-18T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:14:18.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner European</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is French!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/european/french.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart and sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111640765828521913?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111640765828521913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111640765828521913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111640765828521913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111640765828521913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-inner-european.html' title='My Inner European'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111633238367415191</id><published>2005-05-17T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:19:43.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long term relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Long term relationship-girls remain sentimental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the beach she tried to take his hand and when finally succeeded he suddenly saw an interesting stone which he absolutely had to pick up and throw into the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long term relationship-bad planning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After carefully chosen her most inviting pose she turned at him and for her greatest disappointment she realized that there are some unread newspapers on the bedside table which she has forgotten to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long term relationship - rivalry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three months of silent rivalry between her and two his cats, the last ones mysteriously disappeared and her expectations to receive his attention significantly increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long term relationship – efficient communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she started working their everyday vocabulary got reduced into two words of “good morning” and “goodnight” as there was no more occasions to use the third one - “your lunch is ready”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long term relationship – change the toothpaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hates all existing toothpaste commercials on TV as they remind her it’s been two years that they haven’t kissed. Maybe that’s because their toothbrushes are kept in the same glass in the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111633238367415191?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111633238367415191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111633238367415191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111633238367415191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111633238367415191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-term-relationship.html' title='Long term relationship'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111624120824802517</id><published>2005-05-16T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:00:08.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;  margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/14118806/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/14118806_c693b5145d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #CCCCCC;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I'm happy. Happy for others and not for me. That's the happiness which is really enlightening -- I saw some good reviews about the photos of my friend and that made me happy, I know how important that is for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the professor of Applied Economics tried to pass on us his passion for data elaboration and talked about passion, interest, Sundays spent working on the things you like.. Hm.. My passion is different one, but it's the same -- I could spend all night working with photos. And knowing this "relation" between our "passions" helps me to study Economics..:)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111624120824802517?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111624120824802517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111624120824802517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111624120824802517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111624120824802517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/05/sedia.html' title='sedia'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111580898785991676</id><published>2005-05-11T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:56:27.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>words don't come out of my mouth..</title><content type='html'>help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck. My head is exploding - what a pain. I have so many things to say but can't really find the right words to express them. Ah... mamma mia che stress... Every day I think to write, to tell, to express all these emotions, sensations, thoughts, views, ideas that are born in my mind but always I don't find some free time for that - all the time dedicated "for the things that must be done for tomorrow" and that are never going to end. Ok. Calma. Today I thought to start master course weblog and I just feel better. Yes, probably I won't find time even for that, but... I always need some "project" dear to my heart to keep me "alive". Altrimenti, la vita non è bella per --- n i e n t e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111580898785991676?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111580898785991676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111580898785991676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111580898785991676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111580898785991676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/05/words-dont-come-out-of-my-mouth.html' title='words don&apos;t come out of my mouth..'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111262798606648908</id><published>2005-04-04T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:19:46.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="pavia" src="http://www.utenti.lycos.it/renatela/mar2005/thumbs/yellow-dew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally it's spring. I felt it so strong some weeks ago but after the cold days came again. But today it's declared - I put on my new shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you know that this weekend and today Italians are voting? yeah, regional elections. And for that they have to go to their town of residence - in Lithuania you can vote via post, here - no. Hm... &lt;em&gt;It's like going to a human resources office of some big company to fill in your CV instead sending it by email.&lt;/em&gt; People enjoy some price reduction for train and ship fares - that's how government makes sure that people come home to vote. But what about air fares? Isn't "moderate electorate" (as they speak about Italians) supposed to travel home by airplanes?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Friday and Saturday Italians were following the news about situation of Pope. There were some things that I liked about some tv broadcasts and something what I didn't like but the main idea I got - people here in Italy really do care. And they go to church. Unfortunately that's not so in Lithuania, according to www.delfi.lt of april 4, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111262798606648908?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111262798606648908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111262798606648908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111262798606648908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111262798606648908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111183392309261809</id><published>2005-03-26T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:48:03.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/7459524/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/7459524_b7a8acf00e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the Easter holidays I'm back to Central-South Italy and yesterday I had an opportunity to see an ancient procession 'via Crucis' in Chieti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's said that it's the most ancient procession in Italy organized by fraternity 'del Sacro Monte'. The carried cross with 'Cristo morto' is followed by the statue of Madonna Addolorata and '7 mysteries of passion'. These are followed by 100 violinists and a large chorus and their canto is really giving some shivers, it's quite scary to see every member of procession with a hood - white, black or red... And of course there are lots of people (and you can't see anything!):)&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111183392309261809?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111183392309261809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111183392309261809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111183392309261809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111183392309261809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-111038587670097129</id><published>2005-03-09T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:31:16.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="pavia" src="http://www.mangiarebene.net/academy/italy/lombardia/IMAGES/PAVIA.GIF" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my second week in Pavia and I realized I'm actually missing seeing the nature - I'm surrounded by high buildings (so nice as they can be), but I rarely see the sun, the hills or a forest.. So today I asked my groupmates if they know some fast way to get out of the town and to have some interesting views in the surroudings... Well, seems I will have to find my way myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-111038587670097129?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/111038587670097129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=111038587670097129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111038587670097129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/111038587670097129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/03/missing-nature.html' title='Missing the nature'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110969668525550874</id><published>2005-03-01T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:04:45.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New start in Pavia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was the second day of my new life in Pavia, south to Milano where I started master studies in Market, Society and Teritory research. Aha, quite interesting, but many statistics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I finally found a room to rent so tomorrow I'm moving in and leaving my hotel of 2 stars :) Which was quite nice, but too expensive for a student like me. Ok, so far the start seems ok. The people are great, very helpful and warm (in Italian style). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another disgusting thing which waits for me is to get a permission for living in Italy. And here all the problems start, because in police (questura) officials tend not to know anything about Lithuania becoming a member of teh EU and new rules applied to Lithuanians for entering the country and living there. However, this week I will find out what they will tell me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I left my photocamera in Termoli because here I don't have any pc to store my photos, because every morning I see something nice to photograph because Pavia is a nice place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, ciao, me ne vado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110969668525550874?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110969668525550874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110969668525550874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110969668525550874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110969668525550874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-start-in-pavia.html' title='New start in Pavia'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110925140758337123</id><published>2005-02-24T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:41:03.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatela/5066191/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5066191_9dea18092e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started my new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week I spent 3 days in Pavia, where I got admitted to master studies of Market and society research, so from coming Monday I'm moving there.. And here my new part of life starts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will need to equilibrate a lot.. And I'm ready!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110925140758337123?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110925140758337123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110925140758337123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110925140758337123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110925140758337123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/02/walking_24.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110849157374089845</id><published>2005-02-15T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:24:43.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;img alt="kugelis" src="http://www.pharma.uhp-nancy.fr/etudiant/Projet/sitegroupe1/images/assiette%20de%20kugelis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I make traditional Lithuanian "kugelis" dish for my Italian family. All is ready and already baking, now I have to wait for 1 hour to see the result. The funny thing, at home I never made it myself, was always my mom to treat me with this delicious dish when I was returning home. Will see how I learned the lesson. Anyway, I shouldn't worry much - Italians have no idea how it must be so it will be ok in any way I manage to cook :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I saw an impressive view. We were driving the road along the coast of Adriatic sea and I could see how furious and dangerous looked the sea today. Yesterday all the day was raining so many fields and places are flooded. Seems like the sea received a double doze of water too. Sometimes the waves were so strong and the colour of water so grey that I thought another "tsunami" is coming and the water will reach the road. The beach seemed disappeared, the waves were coming very high... And lots of seagulls gathered in the flooded fields along the road were trying to communicate us "The sea is coming to you!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I was silent for some weeks. Many things in my mind but I was not sure I wanted to share them. Maybe it's the time I return here... Thanks for comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110849157374089845?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110849157374089845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110849157374089845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110849157374089845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110849157374089845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/02/experimenting.html' title='Experimenting'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110736987562408085</id><published>2005-02-02T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:46:32.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I can buy you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... by Nina Persson. Was desperately searching some mp3 of hers but can't find anything except this one. At home I had a whole her CD.. what a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is February. For the couple days I wasn't in the mood to write anything. And I don't know if I'm in a mood to write now. I passed these days listening to myself, trying to figure out what way to go, how not to hurt people around me and how to survive myself. Not so easy, heh..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can buy you, but what's of that...&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110736987562408085?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110736987562408085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110736987562408085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110736987562408085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110736987562408085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-can-buy-you.html' title='I can buy you...'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110685077891084353</id><published>2005-01-27T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:14:52.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... because finally saw the snow! It took us some minutes to go up in the hills but it was worth it. In Lithuania I would have never seen a such big difference - on one hill it's still green, on another - it's white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110685077891084353?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110685077891084353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110685077891084353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110685077891084353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110685077891084353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/feeling-like-at-home.html' title='Feeling like at home'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110676179760325392</id><published>2005-01-26T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:52:03.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How snow scared Italians</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Polar cold has approached and terrorize Italy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, some snow has fallen in some highland parts of Italy, temperature has fallen below zero. Roads are difficult to go, cars are without winter tyres so are dancing on the roads like cows on the ice, schools are closed etc. All TV news programmes have what to talk, what to show... &lt;em&gt;Mamma mia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm looking at that and remembering winter in Lithuania. Snow? If it's winter it should be snowing. The more snow the better. Freezing? Yes, that's the whole fun! Schools closed? Only when the temperature falls bellow -25C°. When I was a kid, I remember checking the radio every early winter morning hoping to hear that today I could stay at home... Well, that happy day was once or twice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why this "snow" thing is so different for these two countries? Italians aren't used to that? Aren't prepared? Landscape (mountains) makes it more difficult to fight against the snow? Yeah, most likely... But for example here, near the sea, we had some rain and it's around +2C°. When I was back to Lithuania hearing this I would say "Gosh, well this is not cold at all!". But beeing here I agree with everyone complaining and say "Cold!.." Maybe because of the humid weather. Maybe because it's winter and if now we don't say that it's cold, when will we have another opportunity to use that &lt;em&gt;word&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, in Italian "&lt;em&gt;caldo&lt;/em&gt;" means "&lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;". It took me some time to get used to this strange similarity...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110676179760325392?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110676179760325392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110676179760325392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110676179760325392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110676179760325392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-snow-scared-italians.html' title='How snow scared Italians'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110658718300606418</id><published>2005-01-24T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:19:43.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voglia di tè</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I started speaking about Italian way of eating, remembered my every-morning dilemma: tea or coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At home I usually had a cup of tea. Here, in Italy, I have a big cup of coffee with milk. And I like it. But... this little devil which sits inside myself (or maybe on my right or left shoulder?) always encourage me to say: no, today I want some tea! I like tea! I am tired of coffee! So I make some tea and... I don't find it so delicious like I imagined. So I promise myself that next morning I will be like everyone around and will drink some coffee with milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till the next devil-morning:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110658718300606418?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110658718300606418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110658718300606418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110658718300606418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110658718300606418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/voglia-di-t.html' title='Voglia di tè'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110649564639780006</id><published>2005-01-23T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:54:06.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living by unwritten rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I'd like to mention another thing which I noticed in Italian lifestyle and which is strange for me. Being here I feel I am constricted by many unwritten rules which by now (after more than 6 months) are almost normal for me but still sometimes I realize that back in Lithuania we don't do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, for example, time schedule for major event of the day - EATING:) Lunch - most likely will be at 1pm. Dinner - in Centro Sud, where I live, most likely will start at 8-9 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another thing related to EATING, it's what Italians eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I remember once visiting Firenze and tired after long walk in the city we were searching for a place for lunch and I offered to go to pizzeria. "What, pizza for lunch?!!" Well, after 6 months I wouldn't make that mistake and now I search only for some dish with pasta :) But when you approach with this question an Italian, most likely he will answer "&lt;em&gt;ma dai&lt;/em&gt;, we eat everything, there's no such rule..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I'm not trying to generalize here, I know, there's no rule without an exception and south and north of Italy are two different regions with many different customs and habits. Just wanted to share this with you today. Maybe next time I will remember something else about the life by unwritten rules, because I had noticed something else... just don't remember now!:) I should hurry up to write down all what I see now because after some time it will not seem strange for me. It's like in an organizational practice - a smart manager would ask his new employee to describe all what seems strange to him in the organization, organizational culture, because only in this way they can learn something about themselves... Ok, &lt;em&gt;finito&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110649564639780006?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110649564639780006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110649564639780006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110649564639780006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110649564639780006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/living-by-unwritten-rules.html' title='Living by unwritten rules'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110642223534680530</id><published>2005-01-22T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T20:30:35.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non ce la faccio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is one of these days, when I lose my courage and energy to fight and to go forward. Spent half of evening on internet filling in my CV in various job search websites, but... what the result will be? So far it's nothing. And with every day my hope to find some work for me is becoming smaller and smaller. You think I'm being pesimistic? I would say - realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Lithuanian we have a saying "&lt;em&gt;Geriau zvirblis rankoje negu briedis miske&lt;/em&gt;" which means something like "It's better a sparrow in a hand than an elk in a forest" (I'm sure in English there's a similar proverb). Usually I try to grab that sparrow and this week, probably the first time in my life, I had to reject it in the name for "better opportunity in the future". Maybe that's why I feel like I'm doing something wrong. Ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110642223534680530?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110642223534680530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110642223534680530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110642223534680530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110642223534680530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/non-ce-la-faccio.html' title='Non ce la faccio'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110634683171834670</id><published>2005-01-21T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:36:41.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shi mian mai fu (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Film" src="http://www.castlerock.it/dbimg/thumbnail/movie2171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight we went to see "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La foresta dei pugnali volanti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" (English title "&lt;em&gt;House of Flying Daggers&lt;/em&gt;"), the new movie of famous &lt;strong&gt;Yimou Zhang&lt;/strong&gt; film director, known by movies "Hero" and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say. I knew what to expect from Chinese movie. Of course they there fighting while flying in the woods, jumping up to the sky, moving like in "Matrix", but that's how we expect Chinese movie to be, no? One thing what took me by surprise was how fast the story evolved. I got an impression that the plot is a bit confusing and in order to make it shorter film director 'jumped over' some parts of the story. That's what seemed to me. And it's more like a film about impossible love than about martial arts. Who says that's bad?:) Anyway, film ends in death. And with lots of snow. I was wondering, what kind of snow was that / seemed like a wet heavy snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've been to cinemas in the UK, the USA, Finland, Lithuania, but only here in Italy they interrupt the movie to make a some minutes break. Strange. Of course, when you have 3 hours movie, it's better to have some break to go to WC, but in other cases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110634683171834670?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110634683171834670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110634683171834670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110634683171834670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110634683171834670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/shi-mian-mai-fu-2004.html' title='Shi mian mai fu (2004)'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110621075970613100</id><published>2005-01-20T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:50:55.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.flickr.com/3587845_ba405da1f6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Example" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3587845_ba405da1f6_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that's what I'm testing. Linking photos from my photoblog at www.flickr.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I was thinking to write about my experience in Italian bank. It's not the first time I enter there but every time I get amazed how deserted and un-managed they are. In Lithuania banks are always full of people - employees and customers. Here, in Italy, it's always empty, only one teller's window is open and the guy (haven't seen any women working in a bank yet!!!) is so slow, like he would have all the time in the world. Today, while I waited, some customers came in and a lovely line of 10 people were formed while the same lonely employee guy was incredibly slowly typing his "whatever" he had to type and other bank clerks could be heard loudly talking in their backside offices. &lt;em&gt;Hm... where's orientation for the clients, eh???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110621075970613100?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110621075970613100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110621075970613100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110621075970613100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110621075970613100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263506.post-110617032555814350</id><published>2005-01-20T07:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:32:05.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that's it. I did it. It's my - don't know which - blog. But let's be optimistic, shall we. WHO knows, maybe it will become my the only and favorite blog. I certainly have what to say. No, not that somebody needs to hear that. I have what to say for myself, out and loudly. Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In which language should I write? When I'm writing in English, am I cheating on myself and on my so-called "idea" of writing only for me? Because if I write in English, I am doing that for other people to understand. Aha, renatela, here we got you! Va bene, diciamo é tutto apposto. Dabar keletas zodeliu lietuviskai ir siam vakarui bus baigta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's not get into the details. See you soon, my n-essimo weblog online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263506-110617032555814350?l=renatela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/feeds/110617032555814350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263506&amp;postID=110617032555814350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110617032555814350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263506/posts/default/110617032555814350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatela.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-myself.html' title='Welcome myself'/><author><name>renatela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533740358392562362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/2/buddyicons/26866200@N00.jpg?1158764831'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
