NOT start counting as I arrived a few days ago of another journey, a story to begin charging a moxila a jacket, a traveling companion who is now a friend, intending to visit 2 European capitals, 350km ahead of us in the middle of Europe, 330 km routes with several posters with the names of cities to which we intended to reach and a thumb pointing to the sky as a ticket. A leisurely trip
without cues, with muxa sun and rain, it was a car trip: a computer, an architect, a man and his dog, twice as Papa Noel, a buck that flip with us, a man who attacked at dawn in a gas station and a few carriers that led us to each one in a truck for almost 3 hours. Our only noon
hired transport, a plane of a plane trip back in another city other than the original. In between
many hours of conversation, walking by roadsides, looking at the sky hoping for rain or not surprised at the azure sky, many hours smiling, but above all, many not, but all the tours, as new experiences which I learned something, we must learn to live without fear of living.
unthinkable for some crazy, stupid and irrational, to me .............. then imagine my feeling when I saw it in the destination city with my friend and a thousand stories and anecdotes to our backs.
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