Well yes I know I've already written the 'goodbye post' like 7 months ago? Isn't it? The news is I'm coming back to Iceland in about 2 weeks. I've never expected to come back. During those months I had been traveling for a while. Turkey......I still remember its purely blue sky and those narrow lanes one kin to another. Weird hostel in Taksim, whereto I had to move due to my Turkish host's abusive behavior. When I couldn't find a way back to my hostel for walking around those lanes parallel to the main street, is like groping inside the maze. I encountered a possibility of living in Italy for some months. I gorged myself with pasta and pizza. I've learn how to swear in Italian....I've been in love. I've learned a beautiful language , that is full of passion, emotions but also of a dual significance at times. I overestimated my happiness, which slipped out of my hands when I less expected. A TWIST OF FATE.
Going back to the subject....Iceland. What I expect? To see all of my beloved ones, my great friends I'm happy to have.
What I fear ? - I lost myself so much in Italy and its language I barely remember Icelandic. But let's not speak of fears, as to fear is not to live at the fullest.
See you in two weeks in Reykjavik.
Going back to the subject....Iceland. What I expect? To see all of my beloved ones, my great friends I'm happy to have.
What I fear ? - I lost myself so much in Italy and its language I barely remember Icelandic. But let's not speak of fears, as to fear is not to live at the fullest.
See you in two weeks in Reykjavik.