Viajunto

My alarm goes off at 2 am. What self-hating part of myself decided that this was a good idea? Note to my future-self: whenever I book a flight leaving Barcelona, don't book it before 7 am. Otherwise it's a pain in the ass to get there on time. Michael, my backpacker-self, suggested to just spend the night at the airport. Like in the old times. I'm sorry but no. Not when I live in the same city. Anyhow, because I know that when I get up really, really early I need to grand myself some time until I function completely. So I decided to give myself about an hour before I actually have to leave. I thought I give myself enough time to take a shower, pack the rest of stuff that I need and have breakfast. Well, none of this became reality. I don't take a shower out of respect of my room mates to make too much noise. I don't really need to pack as I have everything back home, so I just take my little beach bag with Marie's t-shirt, my charger, my book and my pal

Alright, it’s – unfortunately – not posted on my anniversary of the trip and also I went home a bit earlier than expected. However, a couple of weeks later I left again so I count this extra holiday as part of the whole trip. As I did already after six months I wanted to give another review for the second half of my one year “off”. It was partly great, partly awesome, partly horrible, partly sad, partly … everything. Here’s to another great half year. – saw an Albino (not sure if I should mention this but meh) – lived with a guy that I didn’t know – flew 13 times – slept in 4 airports – been to 13 countries in 3 continents (4 continents, depending on how you count) – drank chocolate beer – saw 1 of the 7 wonders of the new world (makes it three in total) – got 2 more tattoos – smashed a piñata on Christmas – forgot to go to watch the fireworks on New Year’s Eve – found out that Guatemala bitches are fucked. seriously – bought stuff in a second hand shop. but shit, it wa