Firstly, English is not my mother tongue so I should apologize in advance for any mistakes you will find here and I’m pretty sure there will be plenty of them. (Also any help/comments always will be very welcome)
Secondly I start this diary because many of my friends told me I should start to write all my trips. And they are right. So here you can find almost all my adventures from now:
Today I’m leaving Spain after one month and a half. My first stop was in Madrid when I was supposed to stay there just for couple of days but the city trapped me for more than one month. Even I started a job in the national TV (temporarily obviously)
Good to see my people again and challenging after coming back from Indonesia.
Asia was very challenging as well but in someway it changed something inside me, now I can not experience western cities in the same way. It’s hard to explain because is not like I feel I belong there, is more like I lost some connection here, like if I wouldn’t belong here anymore.
Spain always was challenging for me because I never felt it as my home, nothing to do with Galicia, which I always felt as the place that shaped me. But even feeling in that way I could feel the big arms of capitalism around in so many ways I would not have expected, also the frustration of people wanting more and more without realising about how lucky they are.
Really it was choking and not only because I was even more sensitive due the recent death of my beloved father, he wasn’t the biological father but he was the real one. Experiencing his death, while away, also gives you another sight.