Marsa Alam, Egypt. Great location next to the crystal Red Sea coral reefs populated by colorful fish fantastic, rooms directly on a sandy beach, swimming pools, tennis courts, bar on the beach, grassland English incredibly green and manicured with luxuriant hedges of fresh flowers in the desert, and many other amenities'.
Among the nice fellow travelers of various types, eta 'and backgrounds, they stood one: the plastic surgeon.
For a week the poor (oh my God, poor ...) and 'umbrella from attorinato sciuri was in shorts who asked him a thousand questions, to which the patient responded (for once the patient was him) sciorniando techniques, chilling details splatter, psychological consequences, especially prices of all types of cosmetic surgery: just "filler" of botox under his eyes, until the total drainage of all types of stomach, by pulling up your ass you drop your calves, not to mention 'adjustment of cheeks, noses and lips, to the more 'classical operations, the Milan-San Remo rejuvenation of the female, the Fifth of Beethoven's scalpel, the sex appeal of Stairway to Heaven: the new roof.
The topic was facilitated by the presence in Egypt of a group holidays healthy carrier of boobs a few months before the surgeon said, reluctantly became the living mannequin to which other related, holding her up to their husbands: "Did you see the Laura's boobs? Have you seen how they are on? Belle true? Five thousand euro. A tit. "
The surgeon told me himself that he can figure out what kind of couple in front of the first date. If he has the face of that, just out, will tell you ', "forget it, it is not doing anything', and 'her husband. If you have the enthusiastic expression, and adds things like "but, yeah, come on, already 'well you're doing that ...", and' lover.
Grace would love the new boobs do not already 'to make themselves more' attractive to her husband (do not worry, the whole repertoire of "but if you're so beautiful 'and derived from the time I played), but only in order to buy some summer dresses that with that kind of tit WOULD BE at best. I mean he does not want a breast more 'prosperous, just want a hanger.
€ 10,000 for a hanger.
The discovery of the week, Grace, and 'was an artificial mini-souk shops, which immediately 'became his favorite and everyday. Accomplice to the infectious attitude of great concord between people who have local shopkeepers, and Grace 'became the best friend Abdul, who sells rings and pendants, Zaccaria, which sells scented oils and essences, Hassan, sandals and pashminas, Ahmed, pendants , bracelets and stuff like that.
Zaccaria, the more 'Paraculo of all, sets out a list of targeted therapeutic oils to each illness is typical of Italian sciuri: one for the neck, one for the airframe, bronchitis, cagotto, headache, menstrual pain , insect bites, sunburn. Grace has trimmed a little bottle of hair oil made especially for that very kind of them hair ', in addition to seeds of cardamom, cumin, myrrh (the gold and frankincense and myrrh) and other gadgets peddled useless for cooking ingredients or air fresheners.
"What are you doing with cardamom, sorry?" "Risotto." Ah, yes, the famous rice with cardamom.
But the masterpiece 'was "The Rose of Egypt." That is not 'a rose, and' a piece of gnarled branches and dried, that the wise Zechariah recommended to put in water for three days, changing the water every day, and we would see sprout the wonderful fragrant white flowers that last one year.
Back in Italy, put the rose in water, after a week no flowers, wood rot, stink, threw away the rose. After purchasing
of shoes, shirts and various trinkets which culminated in a game of hand-colored glass cups, loooong nice, but too small for you, 'too large for the vodka, in fact unnecessary, Grace gave the best of' buying a pack most Italian of sunscreen. Not sure why 'its stock was sold out (the kids are back in Italy for white overprotection spread to 80 layers), but because', she said, "In Italy this format is not."
Luckily you and 'realized too late that boarding the return flight at the airport stood out the insidious threat boutique "Golden Pyramid Jewellery!.
"Look, the rings are beautiful!"
"Honey, are embarking on, it's up to us, hurry up!"
fiuu ....
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