Last week I went to the first bridal shower of my life. In fact, it was just a dinner among friends. Only the birthday girl is half English and half in Switzerland, and studied in England, so it was a multi-ethnic dinner. An Ethiopian, a Lithuanian, a French woman, an Englishwoman, and minority Roman de 'Roma.
All the guys ask the girls what to chat when they are alone, and here.
I was sitting next to English, which is already a bit 'which is in Rome but did not utter a word of Italian. Speaking of this and that, I do not know how the speech fell on the cache (or cache). I had already had a couple of glasses, which to me is more than enough, and so I started to explain when I was little and I found in the seeds of the persimmon services cutlery: knives, forks, spoons and miniature white which then separated from the pulp of the seed and accumulated in a glass bottle. The Englishman had just told me that he had discovered the persimmons in Rome, because in England he had never seen (anything like that had happened to me with my German friend of East Germany who had never tasted chestnuts). So my story gain credibility. I also spoke to the Roman sitting in front, I urged them to try, because I do not like the persimmons more. Some suggestion and it is left to remember she said something like that. Cutlery in persimmon seeds . I saw it, I remember very well. From
persimmon has passed of course talking about when the persimmons allayed. And how to explain it to them an Englishwoman who has just discovered persimmons and adores them, so that each may find yourself with that sickly feeling in the mouth, grating on the palate, which ... cruspcrusp , which is a little 'how to have ... dust in your mouth?
