back to Buon Appetito on my 25th Birthday..is it a joke?

nothing wrong with going back to work on the day of your birthday, but smelling of garlic, coffee and tomato after 8 hours of rushing up and down tables full of people and Xmas shopping, swallowing a cold latte on your break with few potatoe wedges to keep you happy, and not even having a mobile phone with you via whom you could at least receive your mum's greetings, its not the best way to spend your 25th birthday, no way!
..i think ill convince E. to go for mussels and mashed potatoes tonite, to cheer me up.

then drinks are on me, people, no problems!

3 bags, 116 songs, 1 polaroid pic and no mobile phone!

..two weeks in Italy, on holiday i could say, and not a single minute to fill the blog with some messed up emotions and melanconic pieces of memories that stayed with me until the very last day..
Time passed, always too fucking quick, and i was more busy worring about having a good time than analyzing it.
This time it was all so unreal; i didnt expect any of all the wonderful vibrations that everybody just injected me. But i overindulged on them with no shame!!!
I let them spoling me, i let myself showing them how good they made me feel and i let everything flow..and it worked!
Lately, in fact, i find myself getting through situations and events that few years ago i would have probably found hard to let go, or i would have held them close for the fear of never see them again. I dont know if i can say "i have learnt the lesson" or " i am getting there" but i can surely say "well done!"to myself, for being able to live those circumstances the way i ve always wanted to, and to give them the importance they deserve, no more no less.
it could be that this is part of who i have become, leaving trails behind, adbandoning fears and joys, and go everytime further and further..
i m not sad for leaving a place i love, people i adore, and possible sources of happiness..i m not even upset for not having done something, im not holding on to that memory, im not beating myself up for something that has passed and has left nothing in my hands..
. I feel like i m always going ahead, without looking back, i keep walking without stepping backwards, i see what s here, and not what it was or what it will be.

Galway is magic, as always!
It has welcomed me with a fabulous fish and chips, the Sun paper, and simple smiley faces.

3 days of pure daze

Trino. Each time i come back i feel less and less part of this place. Tonight everything is going in slow motion in my head. I wish it was just one of those days that me and S. call " el dia que no ha esistido"; this morning at 7am i was sitting in Plaza de la Virgen, just minutes after seeing an angel walking away from me, after having closed my eyes while wispering "good bye", just minutes before getting in a cab and watching Valencia sleep.
When i woke up everything still looked the same as 3 days ago, the passport and the flight ticket were still on my bed table and my luggage was still empty, the bottle of Martini still there, in the corner where we left it on thursday nite, that smell still wrapped around me, and the confusion still piling up in my head.It wasnt a dream.
I couldnt say a word, while i was throwing my stuff into my bag, i could hear S. walking up and down the corridor, if it wasnt for the music that was playing so loud on the background, i could have heard her thoughts spinning in her head as well, i could have felt those strong feelings we shared every single day, but i wasnt able to handle it. So i decided to switch off and only focus on packing.

Being here, in the place i should call home is always weird, but tonight somehow i feel is even harder to explain.
I wish i could close my eyes and find that angel beside me,
going to bed and hear S. laying a blanket over me,
i wish i could wake up in the morning and understand the reason why i feel this way,
why it all seems so unreal.
Maybe all i need is a cold San Miguel (and a bit of ceviche), maybe i only need to see the end of this long day, maybe i should just keep all these emotions in my hand and live them until they fade away, with no regrets. Maybe i should just be happy for what i have achieved in all those 7 months. Or maybe simply go to bed.

Adeu Valencia.