Le histoire (incomplete)

He had already been in Paris working for 3 months. He loved the city and everything else. Something missed when he left. Ususaly he is an adventurer but not as much as other people he knows or hears about or sees around. Eventhough there are things that must be done, and so he started thinking a long ago about this adventure, never but ever in a very big detail, he just let it flow. Took the decision sometime ago, bought the ticket and from that moment on, he had to do it. And he did. He flew back to Paris to meet someone that he should have met before. Well in the impossibility of so, this was the moment. He went by himself (wich for him is something kind of wild) but from this day on, it will never be like this again, it will be easier either to the same place he flew or another one. The adventure starter in Caxarias, a very very small palce very very far away from his destination later that day.



He took the train to Porto, from where he had the flight. As usual, he always travels by train in the Bar of the train, it's more relaxed there are no limitations on the amount of space that you can occupy or the position you have to take, during the ride. He likes it because he can read his papers relaxed. Some people sat over there also, the bar was closed wich revealed to be a nice thing as there was no noise in that part. He sat there for almost all of the trip, just changing when arriveing to Gaia, because he knew that the train passes just besides the ocean and the, cold beaches of the north, and in that way he could see the sea and the sand, something that he so much loves and that this year were replaced by Paris, wich is something he really didn't mind happening. He arrived to the Airport in Porto. With his travelling luggage, very old and with some warm clothes as in Paris it would be tres tres froid





Everything was on time, no delays, fantastic weather and fantastic airport, very relaxed with very few people. Wandering around he took some pictures whilst waiting for the time to pass the check in. And start that boring process of having to just be there waiting. Everything running smoothly, even the possibility of surfing internet for free and chatting the last lines with some friends whilst listening to some good tunes in his PC. He sat and waited, waited untill he remmenbers to ask, there were 20 minutes left to the plane to take of and no one in that area was even standing waiting to be the first on the plane, i never understood why as in TAP you have reserved seats, but whatever. He steps up and, showing his ticket asks the girl if the flight was dealyed, the girl takes a look to his ticket and says "Your flight is not here is on the other end of the airport!" finiching with an alarming "And, you lost your flight!". Panic, running to the other end. Well, at the end everything was ok and so he boarded the flight. He usually take some pills to fly, and so he did ehhe. The sky looks more beautifull



He arrived to Paris and started stepping over french papers lying on the floor. He hates landings, this one was really smooth, even that went fantastic. The place he already knew, Orly for the many times he had landed there. The cold that was bigger than any other time. Nevertheless he arrived and quickly forget the cold. He had this amazing person waiting for him. At last they met, at last they spoke instead of typing, at last he coul almost imediatly see that that person was really how he had thouhgt, that part of the story remains for myself. In land, we went to the hotel and everything was absolutely perfect (except one kind of a thing that was in the middle of the view, but that is visible from every room of that hotel), a little detail in the midle of so many just perfect things.





And from the little village Caxarias to Paris it was a little jump, in a day that i will keep in my memories for ever, for a lot of reasons.

The rest? The rest was absolutely fantastic, everyting, every minute, every peace of snow that also appeared Sunday morning, every coffee and every word. Words, that i sincerely hope that we keep on writing. Words, that i won't put here, i'll just put some of those.



the continuation of them i'm sure will be written but not published! Rather felt and written on our walls.



A tres tres bientot my dearest friend!