And tomorrow at half past two p.m. off my flight. Go nerves. I hope this time all goes well, and I left half way as it happened, these days, four years ago.
I have really wanted to go, although I have said the situation now in Mexico is not the most suitable to say.
I have everything ready, the passport, the money I'm taking, my medications and my medical report, my gifts for my people, my camera, and the dress I'm going to put the my friend's wedding. By the way, I can not gain a single gram, the dress is very just me death, I can hardly breathe. I had to take the wedding dress my older brother, eight years ago that my economy and I did not for more. To do this I had to lose nine kilos, but look, there's an ill wind that blows no good. The problem is that he must have lost about two more. Well, we're going to do, if I can not breathe that day, do not breathe, everything going well cute.
Great anecdote of the pre-trip: For the first time I managed to fill the suitcase with the right things and not have to sit close above it. Ole, ole, I'm learning!. Let's see if I can say the same to return.
On this trip I see a little problem. In Mexico, at fewer people who know me, shooting is rather short, and the measured menda 1.74. They say that with my height, heels, a red dress to the ankles and mid-thigh slit and big one that I am, as I will call some attention. One of two, or do not depart from me, or do not dare to approach, hahaha.
Well, I said, with this and with a cake, until 24th November that stepping back to homeland. I leave you with a picture of Madrid seen from the plane when I arrived the last time I went to see my friends and returned to Spain. Mira seems wee.
A big kiss to everyone.
