Paco´s Life: Madrid

There we go again / Allá vamos otra vez

Hi folks,

I know I owe a few updates to this blog that I have left quite appart lately. There is plenty to say, about Asia, Norway, a few guests I had, the extraordinary ICEX meeting in Granda. Septiembre was just crazy, a non-stop sequence of trips and parties which partially destroyed my health. When all this get back to normality I would like to post about all these issues, right now the most important thing is the beggining of a new stage in my life, tomorrow I am leaving to Stockholm where I will spend the next year. As it happened before with England, Germnay or Denmark, I start from scrach. New country, new friends, everything new, the truth is that… I love it. I write this in companion of my last glass of Brugal in this apartment I talked about so much , waitting for my friend Tomás, who is visiting me for a short time, to finish his shower, waitting to enjoy danish night for the last time (in a while). I dont pretend this to sound too intelligent, I already talked before about these feelings I am having now. Whoever never had this feeling of departing for the unknown, leaving home, the usual places, good friends, get away of what “everybody else does”… according to my modest opinion he is not making the most of his life. This way of living, my friends, becomes addictive, is pretty hard to explain with words why is so cool to live in different places, to build a life in a new place just to destroy it and start again later on. It is not that I believe myself to be better than these people which consider going to the same local beach year after year to be the big adventure but, honestly folks, what I do is worth it. Becouse through all these trips you gain experiences, get to know people, open your mind.. Because of course the moment to settled down in a fixed place will come in the end but life is so long that I dont see any need to speed up this. And I like to think that, when the time comes and I look back, I wont regret of what I didnt do. So, what do I keep from Denmark? Well, quite a few even though I havent spend too much time here because of so many trips. I have the feeling this is a country I would not mind to live in, I felt more comfortable in two months here than in two years in England. It is definitely a nice place. No offence but I honestly believe Spain is worse than people usually believe. Sure we have good weather and great food but quality of living is a wider concept, it includes wroking conditions, how easy is to get independent, friendliness of people..and if you tell me about that “spanish party” topic, let me reply that here in Copenhagen is not too different. I was in Madrid this week and I felt totally out of place, the why is hard to explain in words, is more about feelings, maybe because the capital is not the best place in our country. People go fast all the time, the environment is different, dont ask me exactly why but it is, anyone who had lived in Copenhagen would understand me. Concerning the social circle, in this experience it has been more reduced but, as it happened to me some other times, every new experience add a couple of characters to the bunch of people I consider unconditional friends. Obviously, among all these people I got to know over all these years, I only keep in touch with a few of them. And it does not mean that the others are less valuable, is just the way life is. But there are certain guys I know they will always be there whenever the circumstances make a meeting possible. I could mention Sergio or Lolo from Newcastle, Álex, Ángel or Paul from Cardiff, a lot of people from Icex… Copenhagen left Giorgos and Iván, two great guys I have been hanging arround with this summer. I know their door will be always open for me the same way mine is for them, and whoever knows me also knows I am serious when I say these kind of things. And this is the really nice thing about this way of living, you keep adding different characters to the cocktail of the friends, maybe you wont see some of them anymore but the experiences remain.

Anyway, big Tomi is ready to go out and the Brugal empty. I depart to say bye to the vikings land and I get ready for the swedish one. Cheers…