Everybody knows that you will see the value
of something when you lose that.
I think that this is not totally true, at
least in my case.
When I have something, I know how fortunate
I am, but sometimes, I don’t spend time thinking about that; because maybe I
have to think about other things that are more or less important in that moment.
Two days ago, started to rain. After 6
months without practically any rainy day (I remember just one rainy day, more
than rainy, stormy day) when I woke up and I looked at the window, I could see
a grey sky plenty of clouds, I saw the wet earth, the puddles outside…and the
first think that I thought it was: I like it.
It was like a typical Irish day, I missed Ireland.
Despite of the fact that I love the sun and
the shiny and blue Andalusian sky, I miss the rain, I miss to use my cap for
covering my hair, I miss to see a bit of sun after several cloudy days, “how
much beautiful is that sun”.
But mainly,
I miss my life there, I miss the people; my friends, my colleagues, my flatmates.
When I took the decision of coming back I
knew that I was saying goodbye to wonderful people. I lived unforgettable
moments with them.
I will never forget my first friend, neighbor,
partner of child games.
I will never forget the “Gossip Cork girls”; the “oi oi oi chiquilla”, the love adventures
of each one of them, the politics arguments between the future “ mayor” of Cork
and the rest of us, our multiples parties, the Revero’s wine that they always
drank and got them drunk, the mythical
phrase: “ I have 26” , our laughs, our cries.
I will never forget the best lover, the
most gentleman, a great dancer, an ideal partner, a fantastic person.
I will never forget the “rumberos” people,
their “rumba-latino’s parties” , the nights dancing until the sunrise, their
salt, their “arepas”.
I will never forget my flatmates, those meninas,
their smiles, our chats, their meals.
I will never forget my Italians friends and
our English-Spanish-Italian meetings.
I will never forget one of the first
persons that I met before going to Ireland and her sociable way of being.
I will never forget my colleagues, those
who shared with me that Starwood training, those who helped me in my first days
of work, those who become my friends. And of course, that guy that was the most
handsome “yogurin” in the enterprise.
I lived excellent moments there and I know that
one day I will come back.
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