It seems auto correct is trying to torture me, this morning Madrid became Maria. Not that I need reminders, because she is in my mind all the time.
Half a year ago I still thought great times were about to begin and after the disaster when I visited my parents I thought she would have liked them a lot, just looking at how many sweets they eat. It could have been great.
Instead I'm now in a hostel where I don't really want to be, instead of the Christmas barbecue people were joking about, all there is here, is rain. Apparently this place is known for its terrible weather, the worst place in the whole country it seems.
So I'll spend the day in the hostel thinking about her, hoping for a Mary Christmas.
No comments:
Post a Comment