Who writes Fury Yellow is your friendly neighborhood. So far nothing new. It is where the to define a new perspective: it renews a tradition already experienced in the past, namely that the interventions "on post-eriori" to tell my three-day Portuguese and English - on board a Costa ship!
Music, teacher ...
TUESDAY, February 17 After two and a half years of operations "hit and run" on board all ships in the fleet (excluding Allegra alas, I do not want my colleagues of the Far East), it's time to live near the heart of the company (sometimes from the ground tend to forget that the cabin ... in fact, the raft, they send out their literally). The journey begins
But last night, packing his bags to the tune of X-Factor ... By the way, have you heard "Is not No Sunshine" starring Naomi? Creepy stuff! I absolutely have to cover the trovatre made by Caterina Caselli: no, not turn up their noses, as that if you are on this page, you owe it also to golden helmet, which covers the most famous "Mellow Yellow" Donovan recalls the very title of my beloved blog.
Anyway, forget my usual disquisition singing because there is to go to bed early with the alarm that I expect the gap of 2:30 (you read that correctly, yes: a dancer of my acquaintance would say "let's talk, Wake-up "). At 3:15 are the brand Fiat Idea rental, destination Linate. The electronic ticket escort me in Funchal, Madeira Island (as exotic names? Other than sabbu Camuggi dumenega Pra ) with a stopover in Lisbon.
The first note of color is given by the flight, served by TAP (Society of the Portuguese flag), clocked by ads in English and Portuguese ... just for someone like me who hates the girl out of all proportion Brazilian Paperissima, you can imagine the pleasure for hours to hear around me Surrogates of the strange frequency similar to the Genoese, of course, but unfortunately, like the girl of Paperissima. The greatest desire was thrown into a pond and then the end of Beethoven ... Nothing pond. Patience.
Madeira airport reminds me of Covent Garden, with all walls painted tiles. The landscape just makes me feel at ease, perhaps for this very Ligurian landscape that surrounds me, made of sea on one side and wooded hills on the other side.
The driver is a madman, running as if I had to undergo open heart surgery (another trip like that and I will for sure, this intervention) and the only way to defuse tension and groped to try to understand what he's telling me ... My fault: I said the only word I place in the Portuguese "obrigado", when you took care of my luggage, and now thinks he has faced at least a third cousin Toquinho. Of all the speeches I have understood only that Cristiano Ronaldo was born on the island, in the village of San Antonio. The rest is dispersed into nothingness, often during his tone of voice that would shiver down priest Jesus Christ Superstar .
Phew, I do many digressions: anyway, you get on board and now I have to specify to the receptionist that I do not want to be given the "you" (I'm only 27 years, eccheccà!) And a gentle electrical technician with me to my hermitage. It's official: I am a cruise.
I am writing from Deck 7, the bubbling whirlpool next to me on my head and a bright sun: a full stomach (at Costa Marina eat buffet at large) cup of coffee on the table and along the laptop. Met. Among
a bit 'I really put in motion: my first day at work is about to begin, it will disguise himself as a serious person. Until next time ...
... Back in the cabin, the day passed quickly and I found the receptionist and secretary to the Chief Commissioner of the gentle maidens who escorted me everywhere, especially in the for-me-maze-area crew. Dinner at the restaurant, the show at the theater (to the delight of the target, the elderly, for the vast majority, he performs an ultra-technical melodic Neapolitan singer, author of a pleasing succession of arias of operas and operettas internationally. Beautiful performance, bravo! ) and finally ends with a flourish with two classes at the crew bar. It turns out the light on the first day on board, we hope to sleep ... you know I always have great difficulty falling asleep ... zzz zzz zzz zzz
WEDNESDAY February 18
The alarm rings and in less than no time are in the shower (just as hot as I want it movingly ... ... we are all together a prayer of thanksgiving for the Teutonic San Boiler , protector of the mixers ), quick-change (seeeempre informal, as decided, ordered and perpetrated with my head) and breakfast (we all do with a prayer of thanksgiving for the French Croissant San , protector of the rich breakfast buffet).
Participates in the first three meetings of staff where I was pleasantly "pocketed", then more work, excellent lunch (noodles with meat sauce that deserve the gratitude of my stomach acid) and afternoon alternate between a bit 'of outdoor work (is a day of browsing, you can enjoy the breeze with the screen of the laptop to be my windscreen) and relaxation looking fellow that worked great with the guests.
After his recent engagements, it's time for dinner (the company, the waiters and the food make sure the high time of day) and then off to walk along the bridges with colleagues just met but with whom it was enough really just to feel at ease, leaving talk of life on board, the inevitable question about why he never worked on board (the short answer is "musical", but for the 'common interlocutor's speech must be inevitably described in more detail), and of course you fall to talk about the concept of radiopoppa , or "everyone knows everything about everyone, and you do not know what is invented. After all, every ship is a country and as you know the country is small and more and more people murmurs ... Nothing new, in fact.
I leave the other, ready for a nap, but when I decide to take the camera and groped a picture of the Moroccan and English banks, we are experiencing at that moment: mission failed miserably, as the machine is not really "professcional" , sin.
I light the lamp and I put in blankets, hoping to get some sleep because at dinner I ate some 'trop ... zzz zzz zzz zzz
THURSDAY February 19
This brings us to the last day of the trip. The alarm clock this morning really gave me trouble, maybe because I went to sleep Tardino yesterday, because I know that I want to pack up, and the thing I regret a lot (now that I began to juggle area guests, crew mess and above the bar of 'crew ... cruel fate). There is already moving on the bridges, the first trip is scheduled for eight o'clock and I at that time I sit down to breakfast with the lifeboats below me to separate the view from the nearby quay.
The clouds opened at the beginning of my last two "official duties" on board: Malaga welcomes us with sunshine and a temperature of the spring to sing. The work flows and here I am again in the cabin, committed against deja vu between shirts and pants, put on my traveling companion.
A lunch in the sun (my kids how hard it is to land), a couple of text messages (when will fly to Genoa?) And the classic coffee.
I know the air and the scent of a beautiful garden Malagueñon (you say so? I doubt very much) to the script of "Want to know mine?", Then stroll to the center dressed in their Sunday best (Malaga has been named European Capital for Culture 2016) and taxis, towards the airport.
And now? Well, now the beautiful voice sing in Sanremo Arisa "sincerity" to the accompaniment of Lelio Luttazzi (tomorrow scaricatevi video from YouTube, you will not regret ...). This
vuoldire that I'm back home. And that just ended three days of this are so many good memories, a wealth of experience and obviously I was missing - like all the new tracks - is mostly the hope of being able to convey even a bit 'of my enthusiasm and confidence I place in my company and the work I do.
To earn the respect of the border the road is still very, very, very long, I know, but you will have to begin somewhere, no?
Goodnight tut ...... zzz zzz zzz zzz
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