Two hundred and twenty
They are, more or less, the days remaining to fly away, as far as the ticket cost. So far than I'll meet another ocean and another continent. That far.
About the flight, Im kinda scared cause British Airways and Iberia show me the prices for no less than €1400. Fuck me. I need a well payed job to afford it myself. :S
I cant wait to arrive. To arrive and feel foreigner than ever in my own language but a different accent. To carry a street map everywhere. To go to secondhand bookshops and smell the books and wonder what stories did they live. To have some Cocacola and compare the flavour. To imagine stories while I observe the city's profile and its citicens.
I'll miss Spain, sure I'll do. My friends, family, my favourite places, the tapas, my people's hugs, known landscapes, the mountains' silhouette behind my village, birds' crazy chirp the whole day, the big trees in the park in front of my house, my mother's food, my cat, Movistar diary messages, going to the Ábaco with my friends to have some tea, the Alhambra from San Nicolás' viewpoint, Morwen's visits, Spanish rudeness at conversations...
and the swearwords. In Limerick I felt like out of place at swearing... I dont want to imagine how will it be there xDD
But in those 220 days I have so much to do. And I dont want anything to stop me. Because there are some people there I cant wait to meet in person, because I'll spend such an amazing time there I'll keep in my memories my whole life and because it's a great chance to open the doors of my future life :D (the post-college one xD)
There I go.
About the flight, Im kinda scared cause British Airways and Iberia show me the prices for no less than €1400. Fuck me. I need a well payed job to afford it myself. :S
I cant wait to arrive. To arrive and feel foreigner than ever in my own language but a different accent. To carry a street map everywhere. To go to secondhand bookshops and smell the books and wonder what stories did they live. To have some Cocacola and compare the flavour. To imagine stories while I observe the city's profile and its citicens.
I'll miss Spain, sure I'll do. My friends, family, my favourite places, the tapas, my people's hugs, known landscapes, the mountains' silhouette behind my village, birds' crazy chirp the whole day, the big trees in the park in front of my house, my mother's food, my cat, Movistar diary messages, going to the Ábaco with my friends to have some tea, the Alhambra from San Nicolás' viewpoint, Morwen's visits, Spanish rudeness at conversations...
and the swearwords. In Limerick I felt like out of place at swearing... I dont want to imagine how will it be there xDD
But in those 220 days I have so much to do. And I dont want anything to stop me. Because there are some people there I cant wait to meet in person, because I'll spend such an amazing time there I'll keep in my memories my whole life and because it's a great chance to open the doors of my future life :D (the post-college one xD)
There I go.