Santiago Airport, Santiago, Chile – 13/01/2009
The strange taste of going back. I spent the last today with a huge tantrum inspired by forcefulness of my return to Barcelona, to work, to my “normal” life. Now, sitting on the plane ready to take for a 16 hour flight to Zurich and then to catch another plane to Barcelona, the only thing I want is to return as soon as possible.
I hate returning in direct proportion to how much I enjoyed myself during the trip. I think most people do. Once the trip is through and the goodbyes are made, I only wish a trouble-free and expedite return.
Going back to Barcelona. To work. To my “normal” life, though the most “normal” I feel and the happiest I ever am, is whenever I am travelling.
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