Walking back home with three bottles of wine

So this will be thanksgiving weekend, therefore I don't have to work tomorrow this I had a couple of wine glasses today. As I was finishing my first glass I decided to go to the supermarket and get another one before emptying the current one - and so I did.

As I was walking back from the store to my apartment I just thought about her and how nice it would have been having dinner together again. The thought was nice. 

Almost five months...

Today I started to go out again.

The reason? I just need to know more new people. 

The type? German.

Te place? Vapiano.

Nice/Bad memories?

And I'm just realizing how funny the situation today was: so I get inside Vapiano, order a Pasta - which by the way was terrible - take a place and eat. During my dinner I recall the time when I had my first "date" with Raquel. I wrote in that way date, because I really did not want her to think that I was interested in her I actually invited, more people to join us but at the end everyone cancelled. So she and I were there. It was a nice evening. If my memory is not wrong, we went after that dinner to a bar close to the zoo, talked and then I accompanied her to take the train - or maybe that was another day? Anyway at the end I was with her waiting for the train and then when we say good bye I wanted to kiss her, but I did not since I was not certain on what was going on. Later on she told me that she expected me to kiss her.  Which did not happen until the night we went out in the velvet club- so funny memories.

Anyway the funny part is that she sent me a whatsapp today - and that was weird.

On the other side the conversations with the German and the German-speakers were good. I met a girl that I think was interested in me - maybe 35 or probably a bit more. She was not bad, but anyhow I'm not in my "get a girl mode" and I am not sure when it will come back.

Pan con aceite de oliva

9:40 pm - otro día pesado en el trabajo.

Y pensaba que la carga iba a disminuir desde hace unas semanas...

Hoy me preparé algo que me recordó a Raquel: un pan con pepperonni, queso parmesano y aceite de oliva. Un pequeño manjar que me recuerda a una de las mañanas en su pequeña cocina.

Tan sencillo y tan especial a la vez. 

Farewell pt. 1

So, I'm here again.

In less than two weeks I'm expecting to leave my country again.

Looking back to the times I moved to another country before, I  guess this is the toughest one.

And I don't really know why.

I was looking after this opportunity but I never thought that it was going to be difficult to say goodbye again to everything I hold dear.

Is not just my family, my friends, my apartment, the girl I just met. It's really everything this time.

Professional development indeed will take me to another places - but my heart and soul are kind of suffering at the same time. 

I wish I could match them all three by the next relocation.