Unconditional choice

Volume Third

Chapter 1

 -a new beginning-

Before leaving a good friend of mine post me a message about traveling: "leaving is like dying a little bit". I've moved finally in this place that will be my new home for the next four years, London. I don't know why but I don't feel any anxiety about that..it's like I'm on vacation (except the fact that I'm COMPLETELY alone). I hope today to see or do something exciting, I don't want to stay in a room for the entire day. By the way I'm in Nutford House, a typical student house where nothing's fancy and hot water is a mere dream, but I have a room and internet. That's the view from my window.

Clair de lune (Debussy)

A wonderful interpretation. Good job, brother!

karma of a student 2.0

...and when shit happens someone tells you in some way that you deserve it!
That's not exactly the way or the surface meaning, but going deeply yes. 
I recently took the toefl test, unfortunately again: I cannot reach the notorious 100+. Can I say fuck? mmm, yes, it's my blog!
Anyway the pretext was the unsuccessful test, but the real fact is that I'm freaking out: I am really scared from the unknown of the next years, to move to another city another country another culture, to count only on me because I'm going to have no one beside me maybe for the next months. In my opinion that's the price I have to pay now. That's the karma of a student 2.0.
Yes, starting fresh, should be the motto..but how could I? I'm in a emotional outburst. The understanding is already a step forward, I hope.
I'm sorry,I cannot end this post properly. I am going to wallow in my grief. ;-)      

I deserve it! Stop.

A tweetlog

How could I define this mood?

I'm trying not to be irascible today but the boredom doesn't help. It's a fucking no-day.

I might have something to do but I don't want to do it because I don't want to think about the next months. Oh life, please move fast-forward.

Lobster fregola

Oh Mother's day!

subtitle: the perfect excuse to have lobster

Sunday, the day of weekly reunion of the family. Today is accidentally the mother's day also. Two perfect pretexts to have a delicious, succulent lunch.

I've asked her to cook, but she literally kicked me out from the cookers.

So, I've had the only chance to take some photos.

The recipe

FREGOLA SARDA CON ARAGOSTA

Sardinian fregola with Mediterranean lobster

Ingredients:

Sardinian fregola: it's like couscous but a little bigger

Vegetable stock

Lobster

Extravergin olive oil

Onion/garlic

Tomato puree

Tomato paste

Saffron

Salt

Cayenne pepper

parsley 

Split the lobster in two part: the head and the tail. Just a tip: when you cut the tail in bite sized pieces it's important to do it  axially in round shapes to prevent it falling apart. The head it is relatively simple. Leave the tortoise shell intact and remove the inner part with a single pull movement. Cut with a sharp knife the inner part of the head in two vertically. Remove the legs.

Just a little shot of olive oil in a shallow pot with minced onion. When the became fragrant, put the pieces of the lobster and sauté for 3-4 minutes until they are half-cooked.   

Remove the lobster except for the legs and leave it apart for later.

Add some vegetable stock and the saffron. 

This is the common package of fregola.

Drop the fregola into the pot and stir occasionally. Let it cook for around 15 minutes.

Complete the dish with a sprinkle of parsley.

London, World! part 3

16th Feb: Notting Hill&shops

From our base, we moved to Notting Hill. I was expecting this from a while, because every time I had come here in L, I had not so much time for a serious walk in this beautiful part of the city. 

Portobello is the tourist center of this shopping area, but the true heart of it is the network of internal streets and little shops dislocated in almost every little street of Notting Hill. 

Portobello rd. is genuinely a tourist street: houses with questionable colours, a continuos line of tourists, gadget-vintage-antiquefake shops, and also a movie set. But, this is what I was looking for...except for those thousand of people at 10 am and the cooked onions smell!

However, it was a lovely morning. I hope to move someday here.

Harrod's was the next leg and a light lunch in Green Park. A sequence of gazes could describe Giorgia's feelings about taking a loooong walk to Regent street.

She obviously gave up! 

I am still sorry for her blisters..

An afternoon of shopping and a dinner with proper fish&chips quaffed with two pints of british beer, each!

Unfortunately, the camera died in the morning, therefore I have now only few proofs of this glorious last day in L.

Luckily for me, there is no evidence of the after dinner not-so-much-sober walk to the tube! 

We said goodbye to L at 4 am because of an early bird flight, but it was worth it completely. 

THE END

  

London, world! part 2

15th Feb: the interview

We started our day with a folklorist English breakfast. I was tempted by the beans but..seriously,for breakfast?? Few steps through Kensinton Gardens in a wonderful shiny morning and some ANXIETY!The reason of this short trip was an interview. I was applying for a postgrad master in dentistry: a great programme of specialization in endodontics I've chosen the King's College for a lot of reasons and honestly, because it's the KING's!
I was the last one candidate of the morning session. The interview ended up pretty easily and the rest of the day was very relaxed. That's the map of our walk from the afternoon till night.

https://maps.google.it/maps?hl=it&safe=off&q=london&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=0x47d8a00baf21de75:0x52963a5addd52a99,Londra,+Regno+Unito&gl=it&ei=I8BUUavKFsr34QTxzIGoCQ&ved=0CLkBELYD

A not so fine dinner at Yo! Sushi in Poland St., and a restoring walk around Mayfair