Today could get to tell you about in the few days I've been in Barcelona (well, of course, doing some shopping and eating lots of bread with tomato and goodies, but keep an eye on any Catalan handsome whatever), but the truth is I do not come forward.
I do not know if the downturn that we usually have most people when we travel and thought "someday I would have been more", or just thinking about what I have and I would not have (energy to live day a day, a boy to comfort me when I'm sad, and more). Anyway. Just that. Today I can hardly write, but he promised and did not want to leave out a few lines.
morning the day I hope to take me otherwise.
Besos.
