The beginnings are History

Let´s travel to the past. It´s the second of September of two thousand nineteen. An extraordinary adventure must start with a notable beginning.

Experience. This year could be defined in many ways, but no one includes the word 'boring'. My arrival was a topic to talk about. For some people, it can be a stupid thing. For me, it was just the summary of the story that was to come.

I couldn´t sleep. I wasn´t nervous. The previous days were really intense and beautiful. The farewell... I remember those ones without any goodbye. My flight was at six in the morning. However, we didn´t take off before eight. There was a technical issue not serious but the professionals didn´t know where it came from, so on it was difficult to solve. I had my bus ticket bought and printed, to take two hours after my landing, the same time the flight was delayed. I run to take my suitcase and I run with my suitcase. I don´t know if it was my lucky day or it was something that needed to happen: I was on time to catch it.

After more than four hours sitting on the plane, I had another three. Anyhow, it was long minutes looking at the landscape I already knew but with new eyes. I planned to write, among other things this post which arrives late but at the perfect moment. The learning started at that point. Stop, enjoy the present.

The memories of that day... the sky was clear, a blue day, one of those similar to the childhood happy summers. Impressions? The roundabouts are gigantic and have some small adverts with texts like 'weekend after bank holiday'... English people... nothing else to say. Some images come to my mind... shoes (black boots to concrete) perfectly placed in the middle of the road to take a picture for a crime book. Oh, it was a warm day, the sheep were together under a tree shadow. The benches showed off just painted as if the weather didn´t go to ruin it...