One of my days livejournal. A Day in the Life of an Italian Housewife

Hello, my name is Julia and I'm a blogger mom. I love you very much sunny days when barefoot on the grass, when delicious tea from the kettle and when I am surrounded by positive people. My partner in new and amazing places name is Mark. For five years now, we have been exploring children's Moscow with him, about which we share with our readers. This is my first day in the community, so let's make it a normal day for us. Welcome to our May 7, 2016, I will tell you how to take beautiful shots for a blog with a complete mess in the apartment, tell you what a blogging trip to the theater is and a little more about how to grow an artist.

One day in a remote village

Having escaped from the stone jungle of the city, we go to nature, hunting, fishing, expedition. Stepping out of your comfort zone, you can look at yourself from the outside. Weigh, analyze your life values ​​and character, attitude to life. This day was spent in one of the dying villages in which we stopped for one day before further trip to the taiga for fishing. After a long night road we decided to stop in the village. Gain strength, relax, dry off, warm up and move on. There are still two hundred kilometers of off-road ahead. We arrived in the village in the morning and decided to stay with the locals.

One of my very tasty days

Good day to all. I’m Natalya, a Muscovite, I’m already over 40 (oh, horror), and yes, I never thought of losing weight ... This is my fourth day in the community, the previous ones are easily searched by clicking on the userpic.

One typical weekday in my life, Thursday last week..I am 32 years old (Maria), live with my husband (Yorio), in a small Italian village, not working. There will be no photo of a mobile phone and a watch, since I take pictures on a mobile phone, but there is no watch)), almost completely, except perhaps in a computer. So June 23rd. in the morning, I overslept as always ..)) there will be cats, as many as three pieces)) .. there will be no jars, cosmetic bags, various dyes, I don’t use it at all, lip gloss, only this day is exclusively for you (I didn’t film the process, sorry )

So the morning of June 23 begins with the fact that I wake up half an hour later than I should .. The time is 8.15, and at 8 I had to leave the house, so I had to run to wash and get dressed. no photos, I slept while I did all this .. then I prepare my apartment for the heat, I close all the shutters .. it turns out like this

It's a bit of a mess, everything is done later, in the morning I'm nothing, I still need to wake up, but I'm already in a hurry somewhere. It's hot, it's already hot, and I decide to change the bag for a summer bag, it was high time

I think that I should show myself too ... I hardly open my eyes, I try to take a picture of myself ... xs what came of it

not awake yet, best of several pics..late..leaving the house

I turn to the left, and to the right, it’s a cool view, but when I didn’t wake up, I forgot to take a picture, I pass a small observation platform, and I begin the descent into civilization (to my right)

there will be a borgo to the left, and a descent to the right, I try to wake up and go faster, the time is already more than 8.30

And here comes the lavender

olive trees on the right, however, on the left too

I’m stomping, already in a good rhythm, I’d rather go to the bar, drink coffee, have breakfast, I run faster from such thoughts .. well, I’m late, well, I’ve already resigned myself to being half an hour late ((

I stopped to take a picture of the field, and a neighbor just drove up and offered to give me a lift .. I forgot about the pictures, I was delighted ..

and here is the village bar

and I already bought cigarettes, I see a lot of people in the bar, and it’s only 9, so I’m almost not even late, I take croissants and run to work.

who does what, and this young man sells different brooms ... for some reason they constantly go here and sell them, no one buys, but they go anyway)) the riddle is straight.

and here is the house where I need

is there a key? checking .. there is.

I enter, go up to the ironing room, work front (even I don’t want to iron in such heat, but I have to)

but first you need to have breakfast, they just left me a cup of coffee here. Is it better to have breakfast on the balcony?

my breakfast

I finally woke up, came to my senses, get to work (I only have 3 hours, since the only bus to our village is at 12.40)

an hour later, somewhere around 10.30, the first bunch has decreased, I have a smoke break .. I'm trying to understand what kind of yellow fields grow there.

at 12.15 or so, I decide that enough ironing is enough for me, take a picture, close all the windows, shutter the doors, and go to the bus stop.

I’m taking a picture here and there while I’m going to the bus stop ... it’s hot .. today it’s 33 degrees, but it’s probably in the shade, and not in the sun at noon.
all houses with closed shutters, barricaded from the heat))

to my left, 200 meters and now I have come.

True, the stop is over there, a little behind, but there is a shadow here, I will wait here.
here is the bus (as always, some kind of museum model, in our village a normal modern bus cannot turn around, so they send various historical expats. they are smaller in size)

and there is no one on the bus .. I speak my teeth to the driver, I don’t want to pay one and a half euros for 3 km, and I take a picture a little from the window

in an instant we had already arrived and dropped me off

waiting for the bus to turn around

here in this house we rent an apartment, small but for two it will do, we really like our village. and even in summer it is noticeably cooler here, since we are 700 meters above sea level, on a small hill, which is constantly blown by the winds. on the right is our house, in what is on the left, now also private apartments, but earlier somewhere in the 11-12th century, there would have been a monastery, therefore, to the common people, our small group of houses locals called, "at San Francesco"

from the bushes, as soon as she sees me, Bree immediately appears, and starts telling me something right in her own way, (well, it’s kind of hot, quickly into the house, and feed)

open the door and enter

and here is who immediately meets me

Aisha, and immediately misbehaves)) I scold, she answers me something (something like "I won't do it again", but I know that the koshara is lying)
turn on the computer, go to the room, get acquainted along the way, this is Tigri

and Aisha followed me everywhere, and here is a mess (cats are having so much fun, dragging everything back and forth, shifting, apparently they had fun with her husband’s pajamas)

I turn on the shower and while I wait hot water look what time it is now

mmm .. 29 g I don’t believe it, in my opinion it’s more ... in the shower, then I make the bed.

Aisha helps in every way

and Tigri is lazily watching all this, he finally is lazy in life

olive oil, also ours, my husband collected in the fall (although we don’t have our own olives, but there are those that are not collected by anyone, and with the permission of the owner of the land, they collected almost 50 liters)

half for me, half for my husband for dinner

I rest, play a little Dozory (online game), and the time is already 3 hours, I quickly get ready and go to sunbathe for an hour and a half

something gets boring quickly, I go to see what and how it grows in the garden

and why they do not sing all in any way ((

and more tomatoes

In about an hour, I'm back home. I sit down in front of the computer, meditate, take a shower or it’s of little use, then it’s all the same to the garden

and the time is already 5.30, I drink green tea, which I brewed before going to sunbathe

I wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, on the table, it's time to have a bite, time is about 6 ..
I take out their cake freezers al dough (something like cakes), and warm up

there will also be left for my husband for lunch instead of bread (we rarely have bread, there is no shop or bar in the village .. there is a current cemetery and everything)), so either I bake fresh myself or warm up frozen)

take cheese out of the fridge

and arugula, from our garden, someone has already eaten it before us, but it will do for us anyway)

and Aisha meanwhile. we are waiting for a fly to fly in, then it will catch it

time is 7 pm, I stomp on our small field, where we planted saffron, last year, now I have to dig it all out, and now my husband has no time for this at all ..

and here is Bree, the faithful cat is always with me, found me, not happy all the way that I didn’t invite him with me

Maybe it will drop a little too?

the bells of our village church strike 8, a smoke break .. taking a picture of the views

husband returned from work, and is already digging, on the contrary, I didn’t have time to take a picture

it seems to be getting dark, I don’t have the strength to dig, I’m sitting on the grass waiting .. I’m hurrying, I still need to water the garden, and plant basil, lettuce and zucchini

sunset ... run to water / plant everything

after the garden, a joint shower, no one wanted to wait and give in too, then my husband made himself a cucumber salad, and I cooked dinner for him tomorrow at work. meditated on the refrigerator (and what they are constantly looking for there, it would be better if they took me for groceries, but he doesn’t have time for this, so we buy every 2 weeks)

all the running is over, you can sit at the computer, play and read, the time is about 23.30

the husband pretends to be watching TV, although in reality he is already sleeping on the couch (and I have to clean up again tomorrow, the mess has restored at home again)

the time is an hour, or a little more, my husband has already moved to bed a long time ago, and it’s time for me, as soon as I sleep, Aisha too, preferably on me with a scarf, it’s already in complete darkness

wow, the day is over

And they drink from a puddle, if necessary.

My dad brought food to the ducks. Among it is also work with feed, it is something like wheat popcorn, it is completely digested, unlike grain, which sometimes comes out as grain so that it sprouts. It is large for chickens, but just right for ducks.

I'm throwing away plastic bottles. We collect them and take them to the factory, I drive there quite often almost by, the pleasure of the fact that these mountains will become not garbage, but recyclable materials, clearly outweighs the labor costs.

Coming home. Varya wakes up. Stuck on right hand does not allow the postoperative finger to go back. On the left, he takes his finger away from the palm, I don’t want to operate, as it is taken away, it will come down.

On the legs are devices with hinges that work only for extension. In theory, she should spend as much time as possible in them, but today she asks to help the girls with cleaning, so I'm taking pictures.

The girls are instructed to clean up the room for today. Over the past month, they have left and returned many times, received guests overnight, in general, somehow overgrown.
I fix tasks. Disassemble toys:


Lay out what's been washed:

Clean up under the beds. Both have loft beds, and they built their nests in them:

Bets are being accepted on how long the girls will need.

I start preparing breakfast, I go to check if the cleaning has begun. Of course not, the girls are testing yesterday's Ikea purchases.

I drag Varya to wash. Alas, not sharply, but it is clear that she herself.

We go with Anya to release chickens. They are very badly rushing, we suspect that they arranged clutches in the bushes, one got so loose that she secretly hatched a chicken (did not survive). Therefore, we release them through facecontrol - the small ones go for a walk, and we leave the layers locked up.
I catch.

Anya, on command, opens the hole.

Came back home. Anya and Sasha study the map of the world. In the background, another feat - sorting through the books that came from the apartment (we have been living in this house for 2.5 years). And this, alas, is not all that needs to be sorted. And the cabinets are almost gone. How many books does a family need to be considered intelligent?

Sanya goes for a walk with the dog.

Checking if the girls have started cleaning. Of course not. Arina perks up. I also bought this mirror in Ikea, it is made in the shape of a castle gate. I told the younger ones that this is the gate to Magic world, open up. and from there the princess looks at you. They took it at face value.

Roasted vegetables.

But kids don't like that. Open different canned food, bought in bulk.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the Barko company (trademarks Barko and Gulf of Riga), which produces very tasty canned food and has been donating boxes of canned food to our camp for eight years now.

It was not in vain that Arina sat in front of the mirror, combing her hair neatly.

Varya has a comfortable cup, a gift svetmoj

I feed the dog. We buy food in bulk.

The girls ate and work out the stomps, they brought a hobby from the camp.

I remind you that the girls have cleaning tasks and I'm leaving with Sasha for the market.

How I love the market in the summer.

I'm coming back. First of all, I check how things are with cleaning and whether they are at all. Well... they are.

Sanka drags purchases. Today we have a feat in the schedule.

I hang up the clothes. The day is hot, so there is a chance to make a bed in the evening and save money on putting it in the closet.

My potato. Collected yesterday.

Cooking would be faster, but the feat would take all the pots and burners, so into the oven. I use Greek seasonings. Some are still brought, and some I buy in Auchan.

Anya gets cans from the basement

Sanya feeds children with watermelon

My tomatoes and sort into bigger and smaller

I sterilize jars

I put small tomatoes in jars

Pour boiling puree from large tomatoes and set to sterilize.

I take watermelon peels and other waste to chickens.

Some choose to grab and run

I release laying hens from captivity

One fool is still sitting on an empty nest. She has imitators, so they don’t rush. The experience with locking did not give a result, anyway, 2 eggs per day. Feed them, feed them...

Back to the basement behind the banks, at the same time to admire.

At the same time, I do not forget to look at the girls and check how the cleaning is going. Varya's biggest successes:

The rest are doing worse.

I leave my precious tomatoes and go to the rescue. At the beginning of the day I give Varya a basket for dirty laundry, she folds it.

Oh, Anna is already successful

And Arina fell in an unequal struggle

Varvara prepares for school - tucks notebooks into covers.

Anya burns paper trash

I make Sanya write down a draft of the song in order to puzzle the poet. If it works, I'll show you.

Oh, Arina also completed her nest. Finally. Some 4-5 hours.

Anya connects to the tomatoes

Arina finishes cleaning the room

See the following episodes of the thriller "The Girls Do the Cleaning".

Arina warms up the fish, it's such a late lunch that there will only be fruit for dinner.

I'm uploading Sanka's creation.

Hello!

It is not clear how much I need to introduce myself in LiveJournal, but since it is necessary, then ... I am Lena Miro, I do not hide my venerable age at almost 32, like some do. No, well, why be shy when I look better now than others at eighteen? Therefore, I will say that I am 31, and in connection with this I want to show one of my days on April 28 in Rome, in which I ran into May holidays and fell in love with him.

1. The plane landed at night, so I woke up quite late for the trip:

2. But this is in Moscow. IN the eternal city- 2 hours less, so I opened my eyes, of course, like a courtesan, but not a greyhound. I made an unwashed onion in the closet, as expected:

3. I don't like to wash my face with cold water and, being a savage, I don't save water. In the bathroom - "Pay-European", that is, do not turn around despite the fact that the hotel is in the center and titled: Hemingway lived, and some Pope met some king here, although Popes are traditionally hosted. Well, now I also beat my elbows on the walls of the bathroom here. Spanked into the bathroom and while dripping cold water, reflected there:

4. After a shower - on the balcony. It is beautiful here:

5. And I'm beautiful, in panties I bang a crossbow. Eh, they were good panties, but that day we were close with them last time: at night they were blown off the chair by the wind. And all because I am an amazing woman: I travel without luggage. In my purse there is only a laptop, a camera, an iPhone, a credit card and three panties, which I wash and dry on the balcony. Proponents of morality: the nipple is not visible! So it's not pornography!

6. Dressed. T-shirt inconspicuous in appearance, but, if you look closely, provocative. Especially for a trip to the Vatican. But I can do it: I am a provocateur in law!

7. Around the corner - a cafe, I have breakfast there. Fashionable now "organic".

8. Useful:

9. Vkuuuusna:

One minus: the waiters are loafers. They rush between tables with terribly businesslike muzzles, but they only come up if you shout a couple of times. But this is Italy, the service here is relaxed, you should not be nervous.

10. In the morning they shot in Rome, the carabinieri are on guard!

11. Went on foot to the Vatican. There's a stampede at St. Peter's. Didn't get inside. In the evening, an old woman from Argentina, whom she met at the hotel reception, said that the Pope came out to the flock. The old woman flew in from Argentina on purpose to look at him. She would have looked in Argentina, and not clicked her beak when he lived there. The rich have their own quirks, however.

12. These are the fresh and inexplicable ones walking there:

13. Inserted a Vodafone SIM card. "Vodafone" immediately began to "gouge". Well, the phone ran out of money. Well, right now I'll leave the Vatican and put it down. No! Every 5 minutes you have to send: "There is no money, finish the money!"

14. She didn’t get into St. Peter’s Basilica, but she broke through into the Vatican Museums. Here is the queue:

15. Some brighten up the waiting with hugs. At first glance - nothing special, but you can't see it at all, so take my word for it: these two are the personification of the "European" trend - she is 15 years older, but she looks very good.

16. Go to the Vatican Museums. At least to visit Sistine Chapel. It is forbidden to take pictures inside, but people stand for hours to see with their own eyes the greatest work of art of all times and peoples:

17. From museums - to dine! Here! strange place: around - motorcycles, and inside - gray-haired old men in suits. They drink wine, they smoke cigars, they sing.

18. I photographed the cross that I bought in the Vatican, but forgot the dinner. But it was delicious. In Italy, in general, everything is tasty, but high in calories.

19. I went where my eyes look. I'm filming, they're filming me. For tourist place this is probably normal. Well, she doesn't read my blog, does she?

20. Remember the famous "Everything - to the forum"? Well, here he is. The place where the idle Romans were going to tryndet.

21. And here - always she:

22. I walk along the Tiber. Boats:

23. They have peppy grandmothers. Maybe offer to take from them a fee for entry into the center of Rome?

24. A strange man kisses such a woman. He probably has perverse inclinations, and he would kiss a whale with great pleasure, but there are no real whales in Rome, so you have to somehow get out of the situation and sublimate:

25. Piazza Navona, on it - an aborigine. The old woman lives here, right behind the turnstile for bikes. It feeds on pasture and those who give what. Funny!

26. Bernini's fountains are beautiful! But I wanted not to photograph them, but to dip my feet into the water - the heat! Unfortunately, fenced!

27. The heat drove me to the store, where I bought a sarafan and went to drink coffee under air conditioners in it:

28. It was only worth starting. On the way to the hotel to throw the removed jeans I went to the store and bought sports shorts. Such cheeky panties. I will go to the rocking chair in them. Does it make sense to plow for years in the gym to hide the body under long pants? Let them admire. I do not mind. And you admire, it's not a pity. Pants:

29. Leaving the hotel, I remind myself that I am traveling without luggage and I have everything. Unless there are espadrilles, and they are wildly fashionable now. We must take:

Well, now I'm determined to see the sights. However, the legs themselves carry to the "Belstaff", which - Y! - closed! Sadly I trudge to the hotel to drop off my now espadrilles, but on the way I come across a jacket. And the discount is good in the "off season": they give it for 2 thousand euros. Minus "taxfree". More profitable. We must take. I took it. It is necessary to bring it to the hotel and still go to see the sights.

30. Brought it, damn it. I'm traveling without luggage! I don't even have a suitcase! For some reason I changed clothes and decided to take a walk before going to bed: after all, am I in Rome or when?

31. People hang out on the Spanish Steps, no one wants to sleep:


And I want something, so I go to the room.

32. The room was cleaned for bed:

33. My unfortunate legs, strained about Rome:

34. In the shower and sleep:

Before I had time to live in Moscow for two weeks, and the questions "Well, how do you live there in this Moscow?" already pouring in with might and main. Here, I will now give a link to this post. :)
Previously, there was one rather popular community "One of my days" in LiveJournal, where the most different people told about one day in their lives in words and photographs. Perhaps it is still popular, but I have not checked.
So this post is about one of my days. To be honest, there are photos and events from two days in it, but you would not have guessed about it if I had not told you. :)
So one day for me. 26 photos and multiletters.
I get up around 8.00-8.30 if I don't need English classes or a morning Skype call with the States.

Shower, wash, brush your teeth, everything is as usual. Self without makeup. First time in the arena!

I go to the kitchen. A fluffy guard is blocking my entrance. To pass - you have to scratch your belly.

In general, I don’t have breakfast at home now, because at work there are a lot of all kinds of edible things that are freely available. But we need to check how the cats have food and water.

I'm getting dressed and going out. "Are you leaving already? How about petting?"

I leave the entrance. It is already light outside, even at 9 am, which is good news.

We live literally in the second house from the Sokol metro station (rather, in the north-west of Moscow, but it is close to the center), and there is only one metro stop to work, but I prefer to travel by trolleybus or bus. It's about 4 stops, but transport stops closer to work. And so you need to go 5 minutes more. For the summer it is not difficult, but in the winter I am too lazy to freeze. :)

WITH travel tickets here you can't figure it out right away. There are single tickets, there are tickets for two trips within 90 minutes, and some more. And there is a Troika card. You can put money there and for each trip the amount will be withdrawn from it. According to the card, for example, a trip to the metro is 28 rubles, and a single ticket is 40 (for a ground driver - 50). The trolleybus is even cheaper to ride than the subway.

Each trolleybus has a turnstile and the entrance is strictly through the first door, and the exit is through the rest. The turnstile display shows the amount withdrawn and the balance. You can top up at the ticket office or at the subway machines.

I have not yet seen the controllers, but there are enough hares that slip under the turnstile. By the way, the trolley bus is relatively empty at any time.

7 minutes and I'm there.

Mail.Ru occupies a tower of 27 floors, which stands right on Leningradsky Prospekt. The building has its own Starbucks, dry cleaning, Persona beauty salon, ATMs, vending machines with eye lenses and much more, which I will show you later.

To take the elevator, you need to select the number of your floor on a special board. The system will select one of the six elevators for you. The capacity of each is 10-12 people, maybe more. Inside the elevator, there are only emergency buttons, such as close or open doors, report an incident, and so on. There are no floor buttons in the elevator itself. It simply stops in turn on those floors that the people traveling in it have previously chosen.

Our MAPS.ME project operates on the 25th floor. We occupy two such chamomiles (the workplaces are equipped both inside and outside the "daisies"). But they are not yet completely filled. By the way, we are looking for cool developers to join the team! :)

My part is where the bear sits. :) Thanks to Nastya Vinogradova for it. I moved it as promised!

The famous green suitcase from our logo can be seen in the lower right corner. :) There are a lot of people on the photos who no longer work with us for various reasons, but we love them all and miss them. ;(

From the 25th floor, the view looks something like this:

This high building to the left is fake. It was built on the model of the seven famous "Stalin skyscrapers", which have become a kind of symbol of the city (among them - Moscow State University, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the hotel "Ukraine", a house on Kotelnicheskaya embankment, etc.). So this house in the photo was built much later and has nothing to do with seven skyscrapers except for a similar appearance.

It's still dark in the office, so I'm going to turn on the light above my workplace.

And then I finally go for my breakfast. Each floor has two kitchens with all sorts of goodies.

Since I love sweet coffee with milk, my main object adoration in the kitchen is the coffee machine.

Here is my breakfast today (although I stretched it until lunch):

After 4-5 hours, it’s just the time for lunch. On the first floor we have our own excellent dining room with quite reasonable prices, given the excellent service, varied menu and quite Tasty food. Of course, there are queues for food, but they move quite quickly, as there are about 6 cash desks.

My Minsk acquaintances can see in the photo above the guy who worked in the Belarusian Nival. ;)
There are three different soups on the menu every day, about 4 salads (+ bar salad), 3-4 types of hot dishes with different garnishes, compote, desserts, sauces, bottled drinks, Ossetian pies, on Thursdays - quite edible sushi, and I'm sure something else I forgot.

Today my lunch looks like this:

Cream soup of zucchini, Caesar, compote - 180 rubles. At the current exchange rate, this is less than three USD. (or, again, at the current rate, less than 50 thousand rubles). A man may not be enough, but I overate this portion.

After lunch, you can go to the recreation area. We rise to the second floor.

A tier below the sports ground (on New Year a skating rink was poured on it). How they did it, by the way, you can see here:

On the floors above, a beauty salon and part of the offices are visible, as well as the name of the company to which each new employee sticks his Lego man. By the way, my colleagues and I didn’t stick when we moved, but we apparently have a special program. :)

On the other side, you can see a beach house where you can squeeze juice from vegetables and fruits, and then swing on a swing or relax in a massage chair.

If everyone around you is tired, you can retire to the sociopaths' room. These are such small recesses with pillows in the walls of the lounge area. I'm not sitting on the floor, if that. There is a rise relative to the floor.

But it's time to work. Evening comes on unnoticed. It's time to hit the gym. To be honest, today was my first time there. Enough people, but not crowded. The trainers are very smooth, I liked it.

In the evening we go to a bar to celebrate the birthday of our colleague and one of the founders of the MAPS.ME project - Viti. Vitya is cool! Happy birthday!

Unfortunately, I can’t linger for a long time, so I run home in an hour.

Almost at the very house you can again see the fake stalinka, which glows beautifully at night.

I have to go to English class tomorrow morning. They are led by American David, who has been living in Moscow for several years and is married to Russian Natasha. David is very funny and kind. And also a good teacher. I have to do my homework before bed.

This is how I live in Moscow. :)