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when we lived in italy we chewed chestnuts on the streets, me and naomi.
even here in paris, the "chestnut-roaster-man" was italian.
that taste brought back nice memories, that are ten years old by now.
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oh, I didn't know you were living in Italy for a while! where was that?
SvaraRaderachestnuts bring back such strong memories of my childhood: we used to go pick them in the woods around my home town - my sister, my grandma and I - and then we were roasting them in the backyard. I could eat tons of them, because I liked them so much! but what I loved the most was really just the fun of going to pick them and coming back home with bags full of them!
what a magic story, to me it sound like a fairytale...
Raderai imagine those forests were beautiful, with those large and airy chestnut trees...
i lived in italy 2003, in siena, just for four months, trying to learn your language.
i haven't returned to siena since, but i want to! it was good times.
from where are you?