With two suitcases from 21:16 kilograms passed off by Ryanair stewart - I had specifically pointed to the male and seemed to be the exams, when you want a server and ill see you take that call other people who steals the place - despite being more than a pound, with a trolley full to capacity and lots of books in her arms, with a mountain of stuff on me that I looked like a vuccumprà , and after sending a parcel of books to 10 kg and 750 (I do not deny ever),
at home.
Fa terribly cold and I feel strange because yesterday morning I walked to Sol and last night I was here to stay. We will want to get used again. I miss Madrid already.
But we look ahead, right? Meanwhile, I'm happy because it was really a wonderful experience. And I'm also glad to get home from my friends knowing I can back when I want to find other friends.
Now I know that it will take deep breaths to get used to Italian defects.
ps. Go to the airport so it was something from the Arabian Nights.
