Wait for meee!

There is something wrong with today. Maybe Neptune is on the the other side of the galaxy or something. I started with waking up at exactly 9 AM (the bus leaves at that hour from the bus station that’s nearby). Grrreat, the next bus was at 10 (because I don’t know why, today the bus that was supposed to be at 9:30 was canceled), that would mean I would’ve got to the university at 10:30 when the class it would have been over. I can obviously see the time doesn’t want to help me with that so I remained in my warm bed.

“The next class is at 1:30, the teacher comes at 1:45 so it’s ok if I take 39A (the bus) at 1:20” I said to myself. I could have picked up the bus from 1PM that was close to my house but I thought it was the same thing (almost, because the 39A has a station a bit far). I get there in time (because I ran) but the driver doesn’t stop because he cannot see anybody looking at the bus and he assumes that nobody wants to get in. Ooook, I get in other bus to catch it the one I want, I get off at the next station because there are many traffic lights in that area (La Glorieta de España) so I start to run again to the next bus station which is close by.

Costa Calida. 1st part

4 weeks have past since I got here and I finally started to feel “home” or something close to it. I mean, it was a weird feeling until now: I didn’t wanna go home, I didn’t wanna stay here. I guess I was between. I guess I’m more a RO fan that I knew I was.

Do you know that feeling that you have when you’re away? It’s like you miss your friends more, your parents, everything. Even though maybe usually you don’t meet with them often, extremely rare actually. I have a friend I see once in 2 months. Approximately. Maybe it’s more than 2 months. But still, being there, I know that if we wanna meet it takes half an hour (not 2 days and kinda lots of money for that).