(found an old text, probably a year old)
Greetings from Italy. Coastal towns, tiny space. Feel inside the historic movie. The Italians, in principle, unable to understand that there are people not speaking Italian. They think that you should pogromche and speak quickly, vigorously waving his hands - and everything becomes clear. Stop impossible, so we all feel like heroes, Eduardo De Fillippo.

Contrasts
Specific charm of our craft in the exclusive unpredictability. One night, night camps in the German forest, another in the fashionable hotel. In Ghent we lived on the ship - where land is expensive, many cheaper to live on their boats, sometimes passing them as hostels. Especially people - want to float in France, want - to Italy. Browse water. On the decks, pots of flowers. The ship's dog is called Moby Dick.

Even one day is unpredictable and varies filled with unexpected adrenaline. Yesterday, all played perfectly. Dinner. We must return to town, where the base. Organizers say - go for those bus. (Doroga tangled, and the night) But the bastard as pripustil at 120 km. On the narrow and steep ukosam ... Condition «Hleb, leave! ...». If you lose, do not choose themselves. Call, call escort. And want to sleep ... Mad Race for the labyrinth of medieval towns, on mountain serpentine, the distance light bus driver ... Crazy release of adrenaline for 60 km.

Food
For the wandering artists meal - it is always an adventure. As a general rule - nice. But often sudden. The right to choose a dish, especially in non-English-speaking country, and especially the kitchen - it requires skills, and always somewhat risky. We represent great nasobachilis food. Grunt pork, beef - moo. Some problems have been with mushrooms and octopus - but the actor to the actor and to twist. And yet there are surprises. In Slovenia, we have sliced Baton, swimming podlivoy meat. Этакие special pastry roll filled with sauce (not the dessert). To follow the diet of girls - the unpleasant shock. We thought it was about mushrooms ...
Spain - a country of seafood. Someone like, but the pasta with mussels, or salmon wrapped octopus, shrimp nashpigovanny - to my taste, bust ...
The most delicious Corrugated (wafers, which bake in the streets, and water as you want - strawberries, whipped cream, cherries, etc.) in Gdansk. Coffee - in Italy. Pastry - France.
There were whole weeks when, in different countries, we were feeding in Italian restaurants, but then no one ate pizza. Here - all delicious. Lots of tasty appetizers (I like dried tomatoes and cheese). And, of course, pasta and lasagna ...

Audience
Everywhere is different. Spanish (at least katalontsy) - noisy. The greater the love, the more galdyat. Old small squares with their acoustic noise level such that the actors sometimes can not hear a track. Families with prams are waiting for the play for two hours, took place. They come again and again. The Italians are like, but they both have difficulty focusing on the serious effects ... (this manuscript is dropped)

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