the time has passed, the stories have been made, and here i am with one hour left in this wonderful glory-of-a-town. one hour left. looking around at my packed up bags. looking around at this home. this place. this place that has carved a deep deep place in my heart. with one hour left.
they never told me how hard this would be. sure, live somewhere for a year. easy. easy? no no no not easy. leaving this place.... ah even with one hour left i still can't talk about leaving this place.
acabo de sentarme en el sofa con mi madre maría. acabo de pasar pensando en los recuerdos del año con ella. acabo de llorar y abrazar y esperar en volver otra vez. se ha acabado.
and thus begins the next chapter of the story: off to sevilla to visit friends there. then off to the canary islands! where erin and i will be wwoofing (working on a farm). a horse farm. in a beach town. with mountains as the background of the scene. thus it begins again.
with all of my love.
metas completadas. hasta pronto, esta ciudad de maravilla. familia mía. qué placer ha sido. llevaré los recuerdos, el ritmo, este sentido de ser, a la próxima fase. a sevilla. a la palma. siempre os llevaré conmigo. ♥
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