I arrived on a synergy of family issues and to study the degree in Environmental Sciences. I ended up learning Catalan, making a master, knowing the Delta del Ebro and drinking water and wine at lunchtime. I don't yell "In-inde-independencia" (some believe that it's a fault) but I respct; I believe in freedom of expression and because 200 years ago in Colombia we had the same purpose but different means. I'm sure that if I had arrived in another part of Spain I'd speak of it as I speak of Catalonia.
Is easy to imagine that the Colombia and Andrés from 6 years ago are very different from the actual, nevertheless I still retain some flaws that brought in the luggage.
|Concha Beach in San Sebastian, Spain.|
Living in Europe so wonderful, attacked, defended and great at the same time has made me a different person I would be if I had stayed in Colombia. Not better, nor worse (I can't define what is good and bad) but different.
Now I know the real winter and the white nights make sense to me. I have known many cultures and languages in such a small space and carry in my memory at least one word that no use to me in the day to day, but to presume sometimes, is not that bad.
|In a park in Gödöllö-Hungría|
|With Michelle Jenneke in Barcelona.|
|Somewhere in the Masai Mara|
Meanwhile (but not sufficient) I did my stuff I was fortunate to meet people worth. In college, athletics, on travel, on the street, in bars and museums. Without them, what I experienced possibly wouldn't have been so intense and some memories wouldn't be so confusing.
In a few hours they will call the passenger ship direction Bogota and I will start a new stage in the land of my birth. See you soon in Colombia.