The Circle of Life.

I have been thinking about it for a while.

I thought I used this blog to write about me, my life, some of my adventures.

But, I have come to *realize* that I actually used it to *brag* a little bit about my life.

As time passes, I less and less feel the need to tell people who I am or what I do.

Maybe I am getting older, maybe I am getting wiser, or maybe I have a clog in my brain.

I feel it is time to let go, and maybe create some vacuum that I would fill with something else.

This blog was born on a random date. It is also dying on a random one.

Meanwhile, try reaching me on my [ Flick ] or my [ Hi5. ]


-Roman.

 

Barcelona-Santander.

The weather is killing me.
My face hurts and it is as irritated, as the time I splashed a 60cm jelifish with it.

Not even when hiking tru Phoenix in July I got my skin so irritated. And I can not hide it, so I go around the airports creeping people out.

My flight to Santander was actually booked for tomorrow, however due to new information (knowledge of my cousins being there today) I came to the airport to try take it today [no, I did not make it over the phone, and no I did not tried over the net, I Paid 20 euros for a taxi to the Airport, and attempted the switch directly here]. When at the Iberia counter, the clerk was suspicions, as my ticket is a *negotiated one*, but when pulling it on the screen it did not showed up any restrictions [I guess having too many influences can be suspicious].

After more than half an hour (it seemed like the guy was typing a letter using only the letters "S,D,K,Z,N,>,ALT,Tab, Enter, Space, / ", I got to check my luggage and got a boarding pass.

Taking off from Dusseldorf.

Another traveling day.
Today, at the Dusseldorf airport, I tried to pass the airplane gate without a boarding pass. The gatekeeper lady only speaks German (and I do not). It was not until a waiting passenger on the line asked *should't you have checked your luggage?* that I realized how silly I was. No wonder I did not had a boarding pass.

Later on...
As I was passing the security scanners, I took off from me everything I usually take off including my belt. Yet the pants I am wearing today have a nice metal buton, so it beeped big time on me.


As I was manually scanned, the guy asked *raise one foot*, then *raise the other foot*, *now raise both*, I screamed *WHAT!?* they totally broke my pattern. The guy was cool.



My sister picked us up at the Barcelona's Airport. On the way out, I thought [knowing her] we are going to take a cab. But now, she said, we are going to ride a Bus. And so we did (with all our luggages). We got off at the España Plaza stop. It was a beautiful stop, as we arrived right at sunset, and an orange cast of light showered the monuments.

With all the luggage, and because my parents still had to catch a train to Villafranca, we rushed to our first stop, my sisters apartment (ant that was like a two miles hike carring our luggajes). I thought, no problem, I am still going to be here until Monday, I can come again un Sunday to take some shots (and I do not mean drinks, altought, who knows).