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Da: Fabiola
Date: 02/12/2003
Time: 11.39
Quell'autunno fù il computer di Giordana a cambiare la mia vita, a ridarmi la felicità perduta. La calda estate era finita e con lei il nostro amore e la mia felicità. L'arrivo dei primi freddi venti di tramontana spense i nostri ultimi lampi d'amore e la nostra storia apparve improvvisamente davvero logora, sbiadita ed incolore come i muri della nostra camera dalla routine quotidiana, dal ripetere ogni giorno le stesse cose, dal nostro egoismo che ci lasciava sentire solo le nostre personali angosce dimenticando che invece eravamo in 2 a vivere in quel mini appartamento, dimenticando noi, le nostre promesse e la forte passione che ci aveva unito, ormai cosi lontana, cosi astratta ed irreale come un flash di un film d'amore visto tanto tempo fà e di cui si ricorda solo vagamente la trama ed un finale amaro. Io avevo amato Gianni con tutta mè stessa, lui era divenuto una parte di mè e mi faceva sentire donna come mai nessuno prima, con lui avevo fatto progetti, avrei scalato cento montagne ed attraversato mille fiumi con lui ; ero la sua donna, la sua compagna e la sua complice e lui era il tutto per mè . Ma solo un freddo grigiore era rimasto attorno a noi, l'amore bello e grande era volato via con le ultime foglie dell'autunno . Ero davvero depressa; che senso aveva ormai continuare a vivere cosi ? E poi arrivò Giordana. Era da sempre una ragazza positiva ed allegra e sapeva trasmettere la sua positività a chi le stava vicino. Mi conosceva bene e mi disse subito " cara mia, voi avete bisogno di respirare un pò di tropici ! " Era appena tornata dalla Tailandia ed era rimasta entusiasta di un Resort che definiva "magico" e che era certa avrebbe salvato il nostro amore e la mia vita. " Vai là, trova stò benedetto Emerald Garden Resort e fatti dare la camera 12, . . . e poi mi saprai dire !! " mi urlò che già correva via. Potevo forse dirle di nò ? Mi aveva dato anche il sito www.krabiemerald.com e trovarlo fù un attimo. Anche convincere Gianni fù un attimo, ma mi segui con una rassegnata apatia e per nulla entusiasta. Arrivammo all'Emerald ( ad Aonang, Krabi ) accompagnati da un fantastico tramonto fiammante e riuscimmo ad ottenere la camera 12. Veramente la 12 era già stata prenotata per noi da Giordana, che sapeva bene che in alta stagione era impossibile trovare una camera in Emerald. Emerald era davvero magico, tanti piccoli cottages completamente coperti dalla jungla come in un cartone animato, un mare verde smeraldo da cui spiccavano le due piscine di un blu fluorescente incorniciate da ancor più fluorescenti buganville. Tutt'attorno orchidee e mille uccellini coloratissimi con i loro trilli magici ; un vero Eden. Qualcosa era successo, quel tramonto purpureo e tutte quelle palme non ci avevano lasciati indifferenti; qualcosa ci pulsava di nuovo forte dentro. E poi entrammo nella camera 12. Le ragazzine Thai di una incredibile gentilezza che ci accompagnarono sembravano tante bamboline nei loro costumi Siam e facevano da squisita cornice a quella magia tropicale ed orientale nello stesso tempo. La 12 era al primo piano di un cottages piazzato nel mezzo del villaggio; il piano inferiore era completamente coperto da rampicanti fioriti che sbucavano curiosi dalle due finestre, e sui quali sembrava di galleggiare come su di una soffice nuvola smeraldo. Le due finestre erano ad abbaino e tutto il soffitto era a cripta dando ancor più un aspetto fiabesco all'insieme; una dava sulla piscina da cui arrivavano riflessi blu indaco e l'altra sulla nuvola verde della jungla, con in primo piano la cascata di un ruscello e sullo sfondo il mare, la baia di Not Parat Thara, dove cheti stavano saggi elefanti . Sublime. Le bamboline nei loro costumini Thai avevano preparato il letto a baldacchino stile Siam con un enorme cuore di petali fuxia ed avevano lasciato una bottiglia di Champagne col suo secchiello e due scrigni di mango, che vi assicuro, esalta il sapore dello Champagne molto più delle fragole. Io e Gianni vibravamo letteralmente. C'era troppo colore attorno a noi, l'aria calda e frizzante profumava di tropici e d'amore, e noi eravamo li finalmente di fronte, di nuovo, finalmente a risentirci vicini, vivi e pulsanti e traboccanti di un amore per troppo tempo tenuto chiuso in chissà quale profondo meandro del nostro cuore. Li ci siamo ricordati finalmente chi eravamo e dove volevamo andare assieme, abbiamo ritrovato i nostri arcobaleni perduti e il tintinnare dei nostri mattini, finalmente di nuovo nostri. Dovrò sdebitarmi con Giordana e con quel Resort in un modo o nell'altro, loro mi hanno salvata, mè ed il nostro amore; a Giordana sò già cosa fare e lasciatemi tenere per ora questo dolce segreto, di Emerald Garden Resort, che non scorderò mai, non posso che parlarne con tutti voi, e consigliarvelo con tutto il cuore... MamaJane. " .. e poi mi saprete dire ! ". fatina70_903@hotmail.com
Da: Mom Jane
Date: 22/05/2003
Time: 13.34
Mamajane's trip diary 6 February. - Today we have finally departed from Bologna by airplane for Frankfurt where the Boeing of the Thai is waiting us. Alex (my 3 year-old baby) was very exciting, it was the first time that he took the airplane, and when it has departed he has finally decided that he was the captain and therefore he started to imitated the operations of flight from his armchair, then he has explained to the hostes all the after take-off operations. 7 February. - Alex has raced anywhere for 2 hours in that condominium that is the Jumbo, explaining to the hostes carefully by his small finger the rout that they had to hold to go "to Thailand", after it he has collapsed and he has made a long sleep up to the morning, when the hostes (that she remembered the rout explained by Alex very well) has waked us with a fragrant croissont, coffee for me, milk for him and the whole rest . On the horizon, out of the window, the vivid sun rose bright in a blue dark as I had never seen before. After disembarked and after brief customs operations we have immediately taken the coincidence for Phuket. 8 February. - We are in Patong Beach, at the Thara Patong Hotel on the waterfront. (2,800 Baht/night) the temperature id fine, with his splendid 29 degrees, but we are very disappointed; anywhere there is noise and noise, to cross the road is an enterprise and the beach is fully of people, big umbrellas, beach beds and the whole rest; in the sea there are waves 2 meters big and aquatic bikers that drive as crazy; persons attached at parachute pulled by motorboats that also drive as crazy; howl anywhere and there are also some poor guy that let to launch thyself in the space by an elastic tied up they legs ... and they howl too . There is also an American aircraft carrier parked in front of the bay..! - The evening is terrible; there are girls nearly naked anywhere and anywhere drunk tourists trayng to palpate them, Americans in uniform and not, black drunks and not, and all howls. Alex says that the Hostes has mistaken the rout. - We have to run away soon ! 9 February. - Street from Phuket !! - This morning we have immediately taken a picturesque bus, old and everywhere colored that has brought us slowly to Krabi for 220 Bahts! - I have read on internet that here is everything more calm and wild and I hope warmly for not to be again disappointed. We have arrived in a strange village managed by Italian with a more strange name; Frittomisto, (1,800 Baht/night) in internet many person recommend it for his quiet, his service and his magic... we will see, now it is not badly and in effects there is around a strange atmosphere. For supper spaghetti carbonara,... perfect !!! Alex has said that the rout of the colored bus for Ao Nang was better than that of the airplane rout for Phuket. 10 February. - Everything is finally calm and quiet. We have been the whole morning in the swimming pools and in the Jacuzzi and we have rested there for the trip. After a strengthening massage we have gone to the beach; ...as a dream! No umbrellas neither beach beds, everything is calm and quiet and at the horizon clusters of islands with the white sand languages invite us to take one of the so many long tails immediately and to reach them ! Around ... a unexplored jungla ! (or almost,... but it is beautiful to think it so). On evening we have returned in Frittomisto that appears literally covered by the palms and by the jungla; this is the zone of the big hotels (and they are great indeed, perhaps too much ) and coming from the beach, after the monumental and expensive Pavillion Queen Bay it seems that there is nothing more, as Frittomisto is covered by the jungla like a secret refuge. 12 February. - we finally start to enjoy our vacation, yesterday and also this morning we have gone around for the islets that are simply fantastic ; Ko Poda, Ko Tab, Ko Chiken, Ko Hong and finally Paradise Island (that by the name it is already a program) they are absolutely not to lose, I believe the most beautiful and fascinating that has ever seen. Returning in Frittomisto late in the afternoon, looking the foreshortening of sea by the hill at the sunset with a light veil of purple vapor to get up between the palms, we has felt finally the magic of Fritto; all these cottages with flowers anywhere, and everything so calm and clean as an animate cartoon movie... yes it is indeed a magic place and Alex has said that we have to come to live here ... and start to dress us as Puffi. 14 February. - these two days we have gone around inside, between temples and falls, caves and little ponds, rising sulfurees and elephant trips... an Eden! And everything is so easy and cheap! Alex is already friend of Miss Nual, the nice receptionist as a pretty doll and that she kind books directly ours excursions every day; they come there to pick up us directly in Fritto and they bring back us in the evening, and the whole day they offer yields us and all their delicious foods with tropic taste and then the skewers and then the fruits ...and all around that whole jungla ! This evening we have watched the football game ( Milan - Bologna) in direct in TV in the games-room and then we have gone in our room and before sleeping we have watched "Stellar Wars" by TV cable ... Alex has asked if there are also the schools for the Italian babies in Krabi... 16 February. - two days of rest absolute in Fritto, between jacuzzi, massage, a little of gym, so many chatters with the so many Italian friends, all very fanny and with their strange and particular histories to tell and to laugh a lot, then in the evening we have put 2 barracudas fished by them on the fire... and then they have brought a "frittomisto" to us, ( a Italian dish made by mixed fried fish )... that could not miss obviously.... Alex has gone with miss Nual to the beach to see the ceremony of the put in water of the small boat of paper with the light inside ...hundred small boat of paper and hundred wish messages that swim in the placid waters of the bay..... the magic this full moon night is at thousand !! 18 February. - tomorrow we returns home. Don't be possible ! 19 February, - it's 10 in the evening and we are in the Bangkok airport and we wait for the Jumbo for Italy. Shiny eyes and a terrible gizzard . This evening there was the taxi for us in front of Fritto and we didn't want to pick it up; I cried, Alex cried and Nual also cried,... and all that stupid-insane of our Italian friends that also cried all, a little joking ... but I believe a little indeed, and then they have brought the flowers and the photos to us, and to Alex they have brought a Frittomisto cap and all crying and to greet us and to swear that we return soon and embraces... and all those islands and those palms and that sunsets ...that continue to squirt from the memory... 2 March, - we are in Italy from more than a week, but the thought stays there. The bronzing starts to fade but not the memoirs... we could just to open their Web Site www.frittomistovilla.com and to sail sadly between theirs so many pages and theirs thousand magic photos...... ..we will come back in Frittomisto, absolutely !!! Finally, I have to beg your pardon becouse of my terrible English. Bye to all - MamaJane.