It’s been ages since I wrote here last. Nothing much has occurred in between, you would have known otherwise.
After many goings and comings I’m finnally unwrapping the pattern in which my stays in Ireland develop, it all happens in three stages:
1.- just a few days before I come back home: I’m zealous about seeing Joey, putting my hands on whatever they’ve been reading while I was away
2.- a week after I arrive: I start missing my friends in Spain, I wake up to the things I do not like about coming back to Ireland (wont go into that this time), I desperatly want to travel to Madrid for at least a few minutes, and I find myself spending rather large amounts of time writing e-mails, reading blogs, reading spanish press, anything that will communicate me with my experiences in Spain.
3.- a couple of days before leaving: panic installs, I do not want to go back to the unknown: the feeling of I’m not protected, I cannot control whatever is going to happen ‘overthere’, the mere thought of being far from Nanny&Grandad makes terribly sad.
It’s funny the effect that distance and time have over my perspective of 2 countries& circumstances.
Anyway, looking back at the Christmas period, I supose things have been good. My relatives have been specially generous, I’ve enjoyed my reading: Surprised by Joy-C.S Lewis, A Grief Observed by the same author, Soul Survivor- Philip Yancey (2nd time), Rich Dad, Poor Dad-Robert Kiyosaki, and a few bits here and there.
Watched Sound of Music and The Wizard of Oz yes, yes, yes it’s always a treat to watch them again!.
The Boxer is on to-night (by Jim Sheridan … if you were wondering) and it’s starting NOW!

It’s been lovely writing this piece, because that’s the one thing I haven’t done much of.
Looking forward to seeing you soon.