I am linguine. I can speak - that is the difference between spaghetti and linguine, we speak. We speak various languages, depending if we are called linguine or linguini. I am linguine thus I speak english.

Enough of theory of evolution of the pasta and let's go back to the issue today.

As I was saying, I am linguine and I am diving in an aglio oglio dish. When I left home today, I did not know I was going to dive; I was not prepared nor I was told. I need a lawyer. Why? I told you, I am diving in aglio olio and I was not told - capicce? Get me a lawyer now. 

Oh, do not go. I also need new clothes. Mines are wet and smell aglio. Remember, I use ivory color only.

It is a bit hot in here, I have to say. I see some old colleagues that graduated from Barilla the same year I did. Some look better than others but they all definetely look worse than me. I was nominated linguine of the year by the Food Association, and that is a very important price.

I think I am gaining weight. I feel like if my body is expanding.

That price gave us eye sight position in the grocery stores. It is much better up there. I have heard that down in economy class there is risk of people avoiding you.

I am a top class linguine you know? And I am proud of it. I am unique since the very first day I was born and I pretend to stay that way.

It is very hot here. Need to take the head out to see if my lawyer is coming. I am having some trouble to get the head out, somehow I feel very soft.

Have I told you that we beat the organic tortellini in the Milano pasta fair? Big times those. The tortellini have always been very much appreciated with their roundness, their fillings, their nice yellow color.

There is a lot of smoke here, something must be burning.

I hear something - is like the sound of rain. Maybe is raining outside. I have been for so long here that can hardly remember the last time I saw the blue sky.

Wait, we are moving. Yes, yes we seem to be going somewhere. I think my lawyer got things sorted out. Oh the rain is stronger now, ouch is raining a lot and is cold. 

I feel like I am in a spa. Hot treatment, cold treatment. I need to call my lawyer, he prepared all this. Is a gift, a spa day out. I was a bit stressed last week, sitting there in the supermarket. And sitting is ok, but sitting with others in that reduced amount of space was not pleasant and I got stressed. I deserve this.

Look, seems that someone is coming to pick us up. I go first, I go first! 

Thank you! Please take me to the changing room - my new suit is waiting me there - your name please? hello? do you hear me? Oh right, I see you are taking me to some sort of drying plate, much appreciated.

What is that? Is it snowing now? Jeez! It is snowing and a lot. I need to check what new suit I was brought. It is going to be very cold.

Oh, look, seems that lights are off now ... 

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Randomly acting I learnt ski this last week. My last and only experience in ski was a week (or two) in la Masella/Molina, two stations close to Barcelona, Spain. The only thing I remembered from that traumatic experience was that a) I had many amatomas after the ski ; b) the way they tell you (and teach you) to brake does not work (is called cuña in Spanish). So with some other people, very good skiers all of them, a bit of help from a teacher called Stefano (or Luigi, I can't remember) that taught me how to do the spazza neve (the same cuña than before) I had an awful first day of ski.

But, and this is something quite strange given my genetic ability to everything that requires any sort of equilibrium, the second day I was going down the slopes trying to brake and from time to time steer and obviously more often than wished, checking if the snow was cold enough.

Day three came and we were going down a slope called Gigante - a red trail - that was beyond my skills but that helped me pushing the boundaries of my alter ego and suddenly transform in Doctor Ski. The skiies became prolongations of my legs, the sticks were my titanium adapters and the boots were lighter than the air. Doctor Ski had suddlenly appeared from my inner me and was there to stay forever.

With Doctor Ski commanding my entire body we went to, in the foggiest day ever, the other side of the mountain. With my genetically modified vision, I could see where others could not, I could hear the snow talking to me, I could sing at the same time than descending (if you wonder it was the amatoma song) and most importantly I was having fun in the snow.

Day five came, trail 21 went. Tallest starting point in the entire station and again beyond Doctor Ski's skills I managed to go through it. After that, 13, 14 and 16 came (several times) as well as Internazionale (18),

Day six and the challenges ahead were to complete the remaining trails, including 20, 22, 19 and 17 and the evil border cross - costalazo que me pegue. But once again Doctor Ski had taken ownership of my actions and speeded through all the obstacles.

Your dearest, Doctor Ski. 

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How fancy are we?

How much do we know about what is cooking in the world?

How often we happen to come back when others are going?

Ehem, unrelated with the above (or maybe related, those are clues) some pictures from Venice for your delight.

Enjoy the joy - and no it does not smell.

Venice pictures here! 

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