I’m back to home. So sad, by the way.
It’s damn sad because so many things happened changed me. Of course only great and wonderful things, that now I’m missing from day one at my place.
I’d like to start it all over again, I’d like to feel the joy about new “welcomes” or new drinks with strangers from all the Europe, at the same table. Strangers from that point will be strong friends in seconds.
I miss even the snoring in the dormitory. I miss those annoying chores… that only for the reason we were all togheter now come to my mind like a funny moment, something to care about and remember with a smile.
Meeting someone in the kitchen, talking about something while drinking a coffee. Cooking for someone just arrived and starting to talk. Discovering new places and cultures.
I miss also other things, more personal, but releted to these awesome days.
I’m going to write down an extended detailed story, trying to improve my spoken english response and letting all my new cross-Europe friends to share feelings.
Hope to hear about you guys on my site.
I miss you all, deeply.