For the first time ever, I was able to sleep before a flight. I even slept well. I woke up in time, did the last things I had to do, left early but in no hurry. It was a nice clear summer night outside. The moon was pretty, the crickets were singing. The bus came on time. The driver was nice to me. The next bus came on time. People were nice to me and smiled. When I arrived at the terminal at the exact time I expected to I knew something wasn't right. This can't be happening, I told myself. No last-minute rushes, no running down aisles loaded with bulky items, shouting at morons and jumping queues, no sweating, no panting, no stress, no panic. Too good to be true. Too perfect.
A perfectly engineered plan working out just fine. I started to panic. Something's wrong, I kept telling myself.
I started going over my to-do list and my to-take list. Surely I had forgotten my ID? No such luck. Mobile phone charger? Securely in my backpack. Maybe I left the oven on at home? Nope. Left the lights on? Not at all.
A sense of impending doom started crawling up my spine. My plane's gonna blow up, I thought. Or worse, instead of London I'll end up in Liverpool. I must have cancer. And swine flu. And AIDS. I'm about to be robbed, then murdered. No, murdered first. My eyes kept darting side to side, expecting the unexpected any instant.
When I arrived at the check-in desk, the relief was tangible, warm and wet. My flight was delayed 4 hours. "Oh, so that was it!", I cried and started dancing around, kissing babies and hugging old ladies.
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Estás colgado, tron xDDD
La verdad es que hasta yo estaba angustiado deseando que pasara algo malo =D
Te mandé un sms (no tenía internet), pero el Informe me dice que quedó fallido, así que aquí lo repetiremos por aquí:
Felicidades!!!!
Me acabo de cosacar: Lunes 17 de agosto? Etiqueta Madrid? No me acaban de cuadrar las fechas, estuviste por aquí por entonces? (Yo estaba en Castellón, pero de todas formas me ha intrigado xDDD)
Muchas thx por las felicidades!! ;)
Tuve el cumple en Londres, como era de ley.
Pozí q estuve, pasé por Madrid post-campus, post-alicante, post-elche, pre-londres.
Ahora estoy en Edimburgo, post-londres, pre-cardiff. Lo sabrías si tuvieses Facebook xDD
Abrazote!
Tendré que sobrevivir sin facebook, no vale tan barata mi alma internaútica xDDD
Ya ablamos por mail, que yo acabo de llegar de Egipto y estoy muerto =P
Aceptaste la invitación del tipo del comentario de arriba?
Mira que si es así lo mismo hablo con él para decirle que se está perdiendo otro blog mucho más interesante ;-)
De vuelta por los Mandriles, me imagino, vero?
This post has become virtually ...ethereal. No news. As if the Where-the-Hell-is-Dani map of London were still valid.
Too much silence. No stimuli.
Nice blog eh, haha? Hahahahaha! I'd say it has ceased to be - THIS is a late blog. Well, why don't we look at it this way, EVERYbody can have their say, independently of its creator!
It's not fair.
Can anyone come up with a solution?
Surely we need a more up-to-date posting for us posting whores that can't get enough of your word sluttishness?
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