On the deadline

Ok, I'm just on the dead line. I promised to my friend Krys from Boston that I would have written a post in this blog: and here I am. The deadline was the week-end, so I'm getting through it by the skin of my teeth. In order to be forgiven by her, I'm going to dedicate this rare post to Krys: actually she deserves it.
Krys is the most polite, kind, lovely of my American-English friends who have helped me with my English. If I had to give a piece of advice to someone about the ideal sparring partner for language excange, I would introduce  him to Krys. She really is a very earnest, cutural trigger  for the language study and, actually, when I talk to her is not at all as if I am studing.
I have not changed the title to this blog, even though I'm not in Oxford anymore. In fact I'm in Italy but a piece of my heart is still in England and the language is an important component of this true love that I feel deep inside my being. So I need people like Krys for my English, my personal growth,
my cultural open-mindness, my heart.
Thanks Krys.

Fra Lorenzo

I love this town. Really. It's not only a rethorical affirmation: it's a deep truth.
I love the way I can observe myself from various points of view.
I can feel the vibrations of my soul while it is loving, suffering, sharing itself and living, as never has lived.
I love all these people who I'm coming across in my staying here.
And I feel a tenderness in my inner part when some of them is leaving the others.
Like today, that a magical creature named as the first woman, has shared with us her last moment in Oxford sitting a coffe after lesson. Saturday she's going to fly back in Argentina.
Another piece of heart overseas.
I'm learning to love.
I'm learning to suffer.
I'm learning to live.

Lorenzo.

Absence

This is the life: love and absence. Two plants with the same root. There is love, and there is absence. If you don't prove a feeling of deep absence when you are leaving a person, you have not loved her or him. When you realize that you can feel a remarkable absence also when you leave people who you have known only from a day or two, it means that you are becoming more prone to love: and this is an anticipation of the Paradise.

So Sorry

Ok Ok, you're right. But you know, every day, at the end of the day I'm tired, as for having attended to a class for all the day. And so, I postponed ever to the next day, that has never arrived.
Now I'm in Wales, in a place named: Pantasaph. It's the friary where was the novitiate   of the Capuchin in Britain. Now it is used like retreat center, beside to be a Parish.
The friars here are very kind and the life is calm, without too noises and distractions. Near here there are many beautiful places, like Liverpool, Chester, Manchester and so on. 
But the most important thing are the people: they are splendid. Today I have spoken all the day into the tea room that after every Mass the people  reaches for having a cup of tea or coffee.
In the afternoon have come about 50 people for a retreat that will last all the week. there are also children and I can play with them, so then I'll be able to learn the language of the local kids.
I'm very happy for my experience here.
There is another mistake to tell about (one among many):
I was in Chester, and when I had to take the train for come back to Pantasaph, guess what? I have token the wrong one. Fortunately the same wrong train had to go back to Chaster, so I have lost an hour. 
It seems that all these mistakes keep on laughing behind me.
Bye Bye for now.

What a day

Hello to everyone.
Today has been the first day here in London. I have been walking around under the rain like an English man.
Very nice.
The friars here are very friendly and I can speak with them without too many worries. If they speak not too fast, I can understand them. So the feeling of panic is diminished.
I have found a proper adapter for the plug of my pc, so now I can use it for to post these my absurd mistakes.
The last one concern the privacy of this blog. My sister has said to me that she can't see the blog, so I have realized that only the creators of blogs could see it: what a mistakeeeeee.
I have adjusted the setting up, so now the link work properly.
I'm very tired now: it has to be the strive for understanding another language for all the day.

Ta Ta for now.

I'm hereeeee

That's incredible: I'm in London.
The friars seem very friendly and the place is gooooorgeous.
I'm happy. I've been watching the news in English like a polite Londoner.
The mistake of the day: I bought the adaptor for the plag but that's good only if you have a plug with only two pins and guess what?
I have the plug with three pins:
what a mistakeeeeeee

Super poll

Hi to all.
I'm in my room in Milan while I'm writing. Tomorrow at this time I'll be in London: another City, another language, another culture but....... the same heart.
So, I would want to start with a little poll: do you like this template or you prefer the next one?
I know I know: how could you know how the next template will be?
Bingoooo: this is my first mistake and, by the way, the mistake of the "0" day, the "zero mistake".
However, let me know at least if you like this template. In two days I'm going to change it.


Ta Ta, for now...
fra Lorenzo