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Let me travel with a whole clan, I am a true Italian.

 

There was once a child who was pissed off with everyone and everything, so much that he decided to escape. Preparing the bag, he thought about what he would need. He took the clothes, but then also the books and games. Fearing some discomfort, he packed up the bed. against loneliness, he put the dog in a suitcase. Worried that his clothes would be dirty, he took his mother, who in turn brought with her the washing machine and her little sister and he did the same with dad, who in turn packaged desk, television and favorite chair. Not to be outdone, the mother did not separate from table set, of the 'curling and of the set of knives. She told the father not to forget the barbecue. The child looked at the now empty house and saw the apple tree in the garden and he became sad and he take it, too. In the end he ran away from home and take them all with him, except the damn goldfish, who died. Here, this is my life.

The idea for the holidays this year has been pretty normal. take a car and drive from London through France and Italy, making stops along the way.

The only unusual thing is that I took with me my whole family, all 18 and not only but also the dog, a couple of friends, my goddaughter, her parents, my grandmother, the caregiver (I'll tell you later), a pair of newlyweds and a few partners. The total? 26 people, 8 cars, 48 suitcases, 1 kennel and 1 blender (for the dog). It seems that the story of the boy who runs off with all his stuff influenced me beyond all expectations.

Of all the places where we have been, Italy was the most hospitable and nobody was impressed by my family as big as godzilla. In France, however, I fear that we were as welcome as a barbarian invasion even though the only barbarian in the group, frankly, is my grandmother. for the truth she teases you as if she were a trojan horse. Comes into the room smiling and limps with a cane, as slowly as possible, in order to emphasize her entrance.As soon as the stranger, often a waiter, walks away, she accelerates like a lizard, diabolically cruel and funny. This time I decided to mitigate this duality with a professional nanny. So I assumed one that was a drill sergeant of the Soviet bloc: a miracle! thinking about the trip, I realize that I have done something that is very Italian: I have moved and I have brought with me almost an entire city. however the way in which we lived it was also very Lebanese. Other more organized groups would travel by bus with a guide, but we wanted to feel independent and free even if we wanted to stay together. You can not even imagine the mess we caused when we stopped at a small gas station or we invaded a bar asking everyone an espresso. and then we had to find water for the dog, the toilet for grandma, space for aunts, walking sticks forgotten somewhere, those who smoked in secret, trying to hide in a bush, those who ate in secret, another bush , there were those who ate little, those who ate a lot.

we have been a tornado in motion but what we have lost in order and calm we earned in the joy of being together. Do you want to know the best part? in our army, there was one who spoke Italian and I was the only one.

I am Lebanese, French, American, English, and after this trip I can not help but feel even a little Italian.

aww so lovely :wub2::wub2::wub2::wub2::wub2::wub2::wub2::wub2::wub2:

Thanks so much for translating Lucrezia :thumb_yello::huglove::flowers2:

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French translation

 

 

 

Laissez moi voyager avec mon clan au grand complet je suis un vrai italien.

 

 

Il était une fois un enfant qui en avait marre de tout et de tout le monde , à tel point qu'il décida de s'échapper. En préparant son sac, il pensa à ce dont il aurait besoin. Il prit ses vêtements , mais aussi ses livres et ses jeux. Par peur de l'inconfort, il emmena son lit et contre la solitude il mit son chien dans une valise. Soucieux de la propreté de ses vêtements il prit sa mère avec lui, laquelle apporta la machine à laver le linge et sa petite soeur et il fit pareil avec son père, lequel emmena son bureau bien emballé, la télévision et sa chaise préférée. Pour ne pas être surpassée, la mère ne voulut pas se séparer des sets de table, de son fer ) friser et de sa série de couteaux. Elle dit au père de ne pas oublier le barbecue. L'enfant regarda la maison maintenant vide et il vit le pommier dans le jardin, ce qui l'attrista , du coup il le prit lui aussi. A la fin il partit de la maison et il prit tout avec lui ,sauf le satané poisson rouge qui était mort. Voilà, ça c'est ma vie.

 

L'idée pour les vacances cette année était tout à fait normale, prendre une voiture et partir de Londres en passant par la France et l Italie, en faisant des pauses en cours de route.

La seule chose inhabituelle c'est que j'ai pris toute ma famille avec moi, en entier donc dix huit personnes et non seulement eux, mais encore le chien, des amis , ma filleule, ses parents, ma grand mère, le soignant (Je vous expliquerai plus tard), un couple de jeunes mariés et quelques amis. Le total. 26 personnes, 8 voitures, 48 valises, un chenil et un mixeur (pour le chien). Il semblerait que l'histoire du petit garçon qui s'enfuit avec toute sa maison m'ait influencé au delà de toutes espérances.

De tous les endroits où nous sommes allés, l'Italie fut le plus hospitalier et personne n'y a été impressionné par ma famille aussi grande que Godzilla. En France, par contre, je craignais que nous ne soyons accueillis comme une invasion barbare même si len toute franchise la seule barbare du groupe c'est ma grand mère, en toute franchise. Elle vous taquine véritablement comme si elle était un cheval de Troie. Elle entre dans la pièce en souriant en boîtillant avec sa cane , le plus lentement possible, dans le but de bien faire remarquer son entrée. Dés que l'étranger, souvent un serveur, s'éloigne, elle accélère telle un lézard, diaboliquement cruelle et drôle. Cette fois ci nous avions décidé d'atténuer cette dualité avec l'aide d'une nounou professionnelle. Et je présumais que cette dernière était un sergent pour les exercices militaires du bloc soviétique: un miracle! En repensant à ce voyage , je me rends compte que j'ai fait une chose qui est très italienne: je me suis déplacé et j'ai apporté avec moi presque une ville entière. Cependant notre façon de vivre était aussi très libanaise. D'autres groupes plus organisés auraient voyagé en bus avec un guide, mais nous voulions nous sentir indépendants et libres même si notre désir était de voyager ensemble. Vous ne pouvez pas imaginer le bazar qu'on a causé quand nous nous sommes arrêtés à une petite station service où quand nous envahissions un bar en demandant un café pour tout le monde, et ensuite nous devions trouver de l'eau pour le chien, les toilettes pour la grand mère, de l'espace pour les tantes, retrouver les canes égarées quelque part, et il y avaient ceux qui fumaient en secret, qui essayaient de se cacher dans un buisson, ceux qui mangeaient en cachette, dans un autre buisson,il y avait ceux qui mangeaient peu , ceux qui mangeaient beaucoup.

Nous étions une vraie tornade en mouvement mais si nous avions perdu en ordre et en calme nous avions gagné la joie d'être tous ensemble. Vous voulez savoir ce qui était le mieux? Dans notre armée, une seule personne parlait italien et c'était moi.

Je suis libanais, français, américain, anglais, et après ce voyage je ne peux pas m'empêcher de me sentir aussi un peu italien.

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Let me travel with a whole clan, I am a true Italian.

 

There was once a child who was pissed off with everyone and everything, so much that he decided to escape. Preparing the bag, he thought about what he would need. He took the clothes, but then also the books and games. Fearing some discomfort, he packed up the bed. against loneliness, he put the dog in a suitcase. Worried that his clothes would be dirty, he took his mother, who in turn brought with her the washing machine and her little sister and he did the same with dad, who in turn packaged desk, television and favorite chair. Not to be outdone, the mother did not separate from table set, of the 'curling and of the set of knives. She told the father not to forget the barbecue. The child looked at the now empty house and saw the apple tree in the garden and he became sad and he take it, too. In the end he ran away from home and take them all with him, except the damn goldfish, who died. Here, this is my life.

The idea for the holidays this year has been pretty normal. take a car and drive from London through France and Italy, making stops along the way.

The only unusual thing is that I took with me my whole family, all 18 and not only but also the dog, a couple of friends, my goddaughter, her parents, my grandmother, the caregiver (I'll tell you later), a pair of newlyweds and a few partners. The total? 26 people, 8 cars, 48 suitcases, 1 kennel and 1 blender (for the dog). It seems that the story of the boy who runs off with all his stuff influenced me beyond all expectations.

Of all the places where we have been, Italy was the most hospitable and nobody was impressed by my family as big as godzilla. In France, however, I fear that we were as welcome as a barbarian invasion even though the only barbarian in the group, frankly, is my grandmother. for the truth she teases you as if she were a trojan horse. Comes into the room smiling and limps with a cane, as slowly as possible, in order to emphasize her entrance.As soon as the stranger, often a waiter, walks away, she accelerates like a lizard, diabolically cruel and funny. This time I decided to mitigate this duality with a professional nanny. So I assumed one that was a drill sergeant of the Soviet bloc: a miracle! thinking about the trip, I realize that I have done something that is very Italian: I have moved and I have brought with me almost an entire city. however the way in which we lived it was also very Lebanese. Other more organized groups would travel by bus with a guide, but we wanted to feel independent and free even if we wanted to stay together. You can not even imagine the mess we caused when we stopped at a small gas station or we invaded a bar asking everyone an espresso. and then we had to find water for the dog, the toilet for grandma, space for aunts, walking sticks forgotten somewhere, those who smoked in secret, trying to hide in a bush, those who ate in secret, another bush , there were those who ate little, those who ate a lot.

we have been a tornado in motion but what we have lost in order and calm we earned in the joy of being together. Do you want to know the best part? in our army, there was one who spoke Italian and I was the only one.

I am Lebanese, French, American, English, and after this trip I can not help but feel even a little Italian.

 

Thanks a lot for translation Lucrezia! :huglove: Funny reading - I get a pic in my head of this "private MIKA circus" - moving through Europe, like a gypsy camp :naughty: Finally he got the time for privacy, for a longer periode, which he chose to share with all his love ones - it surely did him good ... :wub2:

 

Love,love

me

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Our own Standard Toaster played the role of Grannysitter at a gig once where the family seemed to have lost her. :teehee:

:lmfao:

This totally cracks me up Christine :naughty:

I love how MFCers are like all purpose flour and multitaskers when it comes to Mika :floor:

Thanks for sharing :huglove:

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It was a Mika gig?

 

Yes it was the first Le Poisson Rouge gig in NYC in 2009. The whole family was there and it was a big day. The queue was huge by early afternoon, probably 150 people. Mika had ordered a gourmet ice cream truck for us and Standard Toaster was organizing access to the ice cream truck based on the numbers in the gig queue so that Mika didn't get charged for ice cream given to random people walking by. Fortune and Zuleika had to come to him to get a number on their hands so they could get ice cream :lmfao:

 

Anyway later in the evening he found granny separated from the family and escorted her to the VIP area where they were all sitting. :naughty:

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