#11 íbamos bien con el no

De cuando los patos le tiran a las escopetas...

Íbamos bien con el no. Íbamos bien con esa dinámica, pero claro, se me olvidan los límites para al final ser yo quien termina en una posición ridícula. 

Y sé que nuestro paso por la vida de otras personas tiene siempre un propósito y en este caso es aprendizaje. Aprender por ejemplo a ser consecuente y a seguir mi sexto sentido y no dejar que me endulcen el oído.

De cualquier forma fueron un par de buenos días. Claro, hay que verle el lado positivo a las cosas, cierto?

Et voilá. Ces't ça!

It was because of the flats

It was because of the flats that I walked so much in Istanbul. It was also because of the flats that we sort of had a couple of "dates" there. It was because of the flats that I did not mind you being shorter than 1.80, but as you say "I don't know", you just had other qualities that I found very nice. I would have never thought...

For a couple of days and maybe more precisely, for a few hours, I had this nice feeling of "not everything is lost" and that was thanks to you. I was extremely tired, but sharing time with you made me feel happy and relaxed. I know my face said something different with those black bags under my eyes. The lack of sleep is a normal thing during this time of the year, but I still enjoyed your company and the laughs, sharing with you some of our most private matters and so on.

And I really have to thank you for being such a respectful person, for not letting the fun and nice time to become a mistake. It wasn't appropriate and even when it was frustrating, we both knew it was the correct thing to do. Thanks for that.

Chaotically breathtaking

I guess this is how I would describe Istanbul. I haven't seen that much. I have the feeling that you really need more than just a couple of days to really discover this chaotically breathtaking city.

It is such a clash of views, ways, colors, smells... It's really breathtaking. It's a city of cats, of mosques, of water, of shisha, of smokers, of extreme beliefs. It's a city that wants to live like Europe, but that has all this magnificent background that seems to me related to the Islam. 

It's easy to hear the chants when one of the prayers is taking place (I believe it happens 5 times per day). People will simply go on their knees and start praying. It's impressive! And you'll get the chills when the chanting fills the air of the city. Nothing stops, but the chanting is just there, like if it was the soundtrack of the city... 

These have been such intense days: from the team here, to the running around during the event, to the few hours of sleep, to the delicious food, to the very modern people, to the sellers on the street... I feel so dizzy, it has been so intense! 

On top of everything, dealing with an ex, meeting new people, enjoying long talks and hugs coming from strange people. I have my eyes and soul so overloaded now that I could use a good nap...

Different meanings, different times

There are things, places and experiences that will never be the same without/after you. Maybe it's meant to be this way, but I can't avoid feeling blue when I think about it.

And yes, this time wasn't about joy and just a regular visit, but I still thought of the time together :)

I guess every time things are meant to acquire different meanings and to serve different ends. And I often wish I could have back the days when things meant something specific just because we were together.

I'm nowhere nearby

#11 and no, it's far from what I expected. This is not an NGO. I'm nowhere close to that person. 

Sure, nice conversations and that's pretty much it. Also me being out of my comfort zone and doing something "different", but tonight I just feel sooooo far away from that person. 

Tonight the counting does not seem something funny. Tonight it's just so disappointing. Maybe I'm as much of a mess, most likely.

Good night.

Nuit Blanche & #10

Awesome night out and a very cute #10, stopping by just to say good night. 

Small things are the nicest!

Night night...

Pagando los intereses

Supongo que de eso de trata. No puedo explicármelo de ninguna otra manera. Debo estar pagando los intereses de los errores pasados. 

Increíble. Eso es. Pero tiene sentido cuando pienso en el pasado. Debe ser que el precio ya está saldado, pero quedan los intereses y por esos sigo y seguiré pagando hasta el final de los días.