with love..

My lovely Jess!

I wish I could send you a postcard or letter and make you as happy as you make me every time I get one from you.

The fact you are constantly moving from place to place, not having a permanent address, makes it very difficult, so I have decided to let you know this way...

You will understand when I admit, your adventures make me a bit envious sometimes, but I can hardly think of another person who would deserve it more than you. You live up to the idea of life you imagined for yourself and that requires a lot of strength, courage and making away with all the fears that usually force us to give up on our dreams. I admire you for that and wish to get that strong some day soon as well.

My dear, be sure, I am very happy our paths crossed too. You would not believe, how often I recall our time together on the rooftop and afterwards, I always ponder on how badly I want to get back there! Once, probably while travelling up North and having the amazing nature scenery around you, you wrote me "...so much wilderness up here". Reading it, I was sitting in my flat in the middle of this city and I promised myself that next year, I will at least once more go and get the FEELING, this furtive conformity has forced out of my life, again.
It would be great to join you at some point and catch up. Maybe I will. Until then, I wish you all the best, my dear and send good vibes, lots of love and good energy your way.

Merry Christmas, dear Jess and remember "Breathe in LIFE, breathe out LOVE"

Lu

PS: Please, keep them coming ...(and when you find the right place for your farm, let the first thing you make for yourself be a nice wooden mail box, ok?:-)

Southerners ...

I wish I could be more spontaneous sometimes...

I was sitting at the bar with my colleagues in a beautiful restaurant in Cava Baja in Madrid and for more than one hour I was trying not to pay attention to a guy, who sitting on the opposite side of the bar was alternatively staring at me, the bar desk, back at me and so on...
I finished the last glass of Rioja and as I was about to leave, this guy came to me and gave me a piece of paper while saying: "Please, don't ask me why".

Only then I realized what he was doing the whole time...

Even though I hope my eyes don't look so sad, it is a beautiful picture and I wish I was able to say something...or at least ask "why".

Anyway, Mr. Unknown, thank you for reminding me of spontaneity.

I am such a tight-face sometimes, gah.