Week 10 Abdominal Pain

Slate All These Things That I've done Veni Vidi Vici

When There's nowhere else to run

Is There room for one more are

One more are

If You Can If You Can Hold on hold on, hold on

All These Things that I've done-The Killers

Monday dawned with a temperature of 4 ° C with sleet fell as if it were nice, the taxi was waiting outside to take me to the airport, get off me no answer legs, I felt cold, from cold and fear, thought, prayed, asked God: I go? I stay? contestameeeeeeee!

finally advance to the counter and did the check in my luggage when I went to the boarding gate and as I drank tea, listened to the Mexicans had around me, all clamoring for a cell that matters anyone interested in just them, we check to Nunu and told chale oh, I better go back, took 10 minutes and I already fed up hearing them, we laugh at my description of the "senior executive" and the housewife "good" (whatever the fuck that is) (the term widely liked by the Mexicans)

Al address and after a while off, was I really felt I was leaving Europe behind, I thought about the empty seat next to me and I in L, as this trip was planned to do together, I thought that was no longer to say look this is my country of how much you talk and you became a fan, I missed my companion, my friend, I tried to tell our local jokes applied to this or that moment and all the grief with the Italian which was next mine gave me my small nervous breakdown, chale, I've got soul But I am not a soldier ...

After 11 hours of flying I finally saw Mexico City (Kodak moment people) and when I got off the plane I felt so happy and nostalgic at the same time, with a feeling that everything would go well, when the trunk I said, "Senorita" almost kiss, that's when I said come and egg! still lost almost 3 hours more so that I could hear, passengers are welcome to Guadalajara, where my parents were waiting for me on arrival, was super nice to see my parents, hug them, truth is it was like resting, as if I removed all off and breathe, breathe ...

This week has been full of many things, including encounters with the bureaucracy again, to hire for my new house! but has mostly been in touch base, to go one by one to see friends, apapachos mass of renecuentros beautiful, now I see my city, my friends, my country different from another perspective, I like, I like, and Here I'll keep telling the details, I feel weird, sometimes rare although other rare wrong, I love the sky in this country, I swear that there is no elsewhere, the weather is beautiful, it makes me laugh to see the band with scarves in the afternoon and wraps, I say lol I have heat, what cold? English summer is not so warm. I drove my carriage again and felt he had a super car, heh, I love my car, is the wave, I ate again at the Black and endowment of tacos, tamales, soups and omelets to me but that's wreaking havoc while happy lol.

I will tell how it develops this new story, my story ...

Can U Get High From Putting Cocaine On Your

A boat in the port waiting for me

not know where to take me

'm not looking for greatness

just want to cure this sadness

I leave and do not I think around

not sorry that I left behind

only what I have

in one pocket, I can take

The foreign-Bunbury

I always had the conviction that everything in life is finite, I mean that everything has a purpose, including life itself , all cycles will begin and end, like a perfect circle, my circle and ends in Europe.

this week return to Mexico, many people ask me why? others have told me Why so sudden? Itself has not been sudden, has been a process for me, I did not come here to prove anything to anybody, I think from the minute I left my country and leave all that was dear to me, became this experience into a successful test for me, that was for me the milestone. Now return back because I came to seek and I've met, back because there are times for everything and now it's back, back because I have many reasons to return and they are more than those of stay.

I stand with so many things from this experience, I'll stick with the castles of the Balkans, crayola blue sea of \u200b\u200bGreece, food and sun under which I toast a whole month in all Greek islands I took an evening watching the kangaroos jumping in Australia, I took the white beach and drum music of the aborigines in the Maldives, I took the castles of Scotland, the red little roof Portugal with the certainty of having loved and been loved in this country, I take the bread with tomato and smell the sea in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bboats in the Costa Azul, orange leaves on the streets of London and especially the friendship of 2 wonderful women and the complicity of my sister, my traveling companion at all times, I stick to my heart.

I hope, I miss both my parents a new house, mine, only mine, to fill it with plants and beautiful things, a new job, from 8:00 to 6:00 on what I've always liked to do, the opportunity to learn new things, but mostly I expect a blank page where I can write what I choose to write, a beginning, hope shining over me.

Thanks to all strangers, for welcoming me, for offering their home for their baby, that's the beauty of the distance value than if it is so present and is valued more, cute, I'm happy people, I am back!

And as my uncle Paul It's coming, chingadamadre! take out tacos and roasted peanut sauce! And now, the next brats to look after, bathe, sing and sleep, will be leaving my belly, Herod mode is on again ...