A SWEETER NOVEMBER
As I published on my Flickr account, we're back to that time of the year when you start comparing today and yesterday - and things are really looking up. It took me almost one year, but I did understand the old feeling of missing things was just an ackward extension of a bigger painful feeling of missing yourself. Well, I do not miss myself anymore - and I guess this time I should thank a very specific country for it. If this beautiful country had the power to make me scape myself two years ago, this year it conquered some of the most beautiful spots in my life and showed me the way back into myself, making me face that so-called simple happiness. That does not mean I'll stick with South America refusing to revisit the places I used to be, though. After all, as I heard the other day, without them I would never have the impulse to run away, bump into myself and get to know me better. It (just) means I realized how important it is letting things go and focus on the things that really matter; how important it is to celebrate the things you love. Cutting the crap, as you can probably tell by the last entries, right now I'm in love with everything about Argentina - and I wouldn't want it any other way.