Four Days in Vienna

“Slow down you crazy child”, I listen to this song in 13 Going on 30 while tearing up because Matt will marry and Jenna couldn’t do anything about it. After the movie is over it doesn’t only leave me the strong believe that at 30 I will be flirting and thriving and a happy ending that adds up to my hopeless romanticism but also an obsession with a new song.

It seems written directly for me; mentioning my anxiousness and fear for the future “If you’re so smart tell me why are you still so afraid”, and also pointing out my tendency of wanting to do everything today, now: You’ve got so much to do and only so many hours in a day. Of course, it also gives me a solution to everything, the answer to the big question:

“When will you realize Vienna waits for you?”

That’s all it took for me to become fixated that someday, somehow I had to visit that city in Europe, a continent that seem like a platonic love back then at 12.

I would love to say that my love for Vienna was ignited by it’s history, it’s music and artists… but no. I learned about all those months and years later and even though they were great points I must be honest with all of you. Vienna was stuck in my head long before I became a fan of Gustav Klimt’s mastering of the gold foil.

And well, Vienna waited for me and contrary to what’s expected of a love based on ideas, pictures and others’ opinions when the encounter became reality there was no disappointment but the affirmation that dream cities do exist and Vienna is one of them.

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New Beginnings

Pack all you have learned (no, not those college lectures), pack the falls and the healings, the ups and the downs. Wrap carefully those bonds that grew not with the years but by coffees, shared books and conversations till sunrise. Don’t forget the person you’ve built during these years and tie to it the good wishes of those who love you and want nothing but the best for you.

Don’t put in your carry-on those kisses that had no end and left you breathless and thirsty, they could try to take a them away saying you can’t bring with you dangerous weapons. Fill your bottle with energy and desires to begin again. Leave the photo albums behind, they’re extra weight, better take all the memories and a bit more of space for new ones. 

Hey! Wait! Don’t even dare to leave without the keys to your future, your power and right of deciding what to do next, and all those dreams you’ve had since you were 10. Is there’s still more space in your luggage? There better be, because we’re still missing your mom’s recipes to cure a brokenheart and the smell of your favorite coffee shop.

Take all the hugs and smiles in case of nostalgia. Bring your home inside you so you don’t get cold. Remember you always have somewhere to go back but pretend you forgot the address because right now is time to just move forward. Make sure you have your global visa because there’s no frontier or wall to keep you away from your goals. Just keep your eyes forward and your heart strong.

You might be heading on your own right now but you’re never alone. The stars look upon you and the wind blows your sails. Where are you going? That’s right: NO IDEA. But wherever you end, that’s the right place to grow roots or maybe just charge up your batteries before the next flight. Don’t be afraid to do something wrong, because there’s no one that has lived your life before so whatever you do it’s the best someone will ever do.

Run! This is the last call!

Fight 103, Destination: New Beginnings

No Sé Ustedes Pero Yo…

Llevo ya tres semanas al otro DSC_0468lado del mundo y aún sigo emocionada leyendo los rótulos de cada cosa. No puedo describir la felicidad de cuando en inmigración de Colombia me hablaron en español y ni siquiera me amargó que la máquina no quisiera leer mi pasaporte. Es más, fue una excusa más para hablar mi idioma en una tierra donde es la primera lengua. Ya llevo 10 libros comprados, estoy al borde de la quiebra y con un peligro de sobrepeso (hablo sobre mi maleta, aunque…) pero feliz de la vida al poder comprar en cualquier librería autores latinoamericanos en su idioma original. (Para los interesados de leer Borges, Sábato, Cortázar, Paz, Benedetti, etc en Taiwan pueden aplicar a un préstamo)

También les tengo que mencionar mi primera ida al supermercado, fue en Colombia. Creo que el personal pudo haber llegado a creer que iba a robar mercancía o algo ya que di como mil vueltas por los mismos pasillos una y otra vez pero creo que lo que más les extrañó fue que me tomará una “selfie” con el stand de plátanos. Los que viven en Taiwan me entenderán, el plátano es escaso y creo que no comí ni uno tan sólo desde mi retorno el año pasado. ¡Qué mundo tan maravilloso los supermercados latinos llenos de cosas… LATINAS (por ende, ricas)!

DSC_0278Continuando con mis placeres raros debo agregar que el “desmadre” latino es irreemplazable. La peatonal de Colombia llena de bullicio de los compadres que se encuentran casualmente, conciertos improvisados, vendedores ambulantes. Argentina con sus artistas en el metro, la vida nocturna que no para por nada, las librerías donde uno encuentra usados, piratas, nuevos, etc. Claro, no se me va olvidar mencionar Chile, con su español que en serio que está totalmente desfigurado (pero es encantador po), los evangelistas en el bus, los niños haciendo berrinches en la plaza.

La comida, algo que no ha faltado en ninguno de mis destinos y seguirá siendo el protagonista de esta travesía (estoy viendo sí me reembolsan mis tickets de regreso a Taiwan, ya que regresaré rodando). Estoy viendo de que cosas desprenderme en Honduras para llenar mi maleta de todo lo que me hará falta apenas vuelva a cruzar el Pacífico. No sé que le echan a la comida (sudor, tierra, brujería… o tal vez amor) pero no importa adonde he comido siempre terminó feliz, con la pancita a explotar y con ganas de más… Pizzas en la calle, restaurantes de carne, un vegetariano en una callesita del centro, hamburguesas en un restaurante hipster, franquicias locales NO FALLAN.

En fin, la cultura latina se respira por donde voy. El idioma me enamora como sí fuese la primera vez. Los libros ya no caben en mi maleta. He probado tantas cosas riquísimas que mi estómago se resentirá conmigo al regresar a la avena en el desayuno y comida de la U por las tardes… pero eso vendrá después y como dice mi novio: ¡disfrutá, explorá y mirá tus alrededores!

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Así que esta travesía sigue, con un país más antes de regresar a mi bella Honduras y muchas comidas antes de ver a mi hermano y que me diga “¡GORDA! …Sé de un lugar gordillísimo ¿ vamos?”

PS: Nunca entenderé a la gente que ve de menos la cultura y el turismo latinoamericano cuando hay tanta HERMOSURA.

PSS: Igual Taiwan me hace falta, hoy dos asiáticos pasaron a mi lado y casi los detengo porque iban hablando en mandarín y quería al menos decirles “nihao”.

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WERUNTPE2016 – Nike Women Half Marathon

5 (2)One year ago, or well 364 days ago I had my first run experience. I registered myself to the Earth Day Run one random night of March and challenged myself to complete 12.5K when I had not run in any event before. I had less than a month to train but as soon as I received my confirmation e-mail something in me clicked. I had a deadline, a challenging distance for a beginner and no intention of defrauding myself. Next morning I started a four week training in which the track close to my house and me became great friends. I trained by myself every morning or night mixing long runs, short intervals with speed, and some gym sessions.

I completed my race panting and with my legs almost shaking, but when I received my running medal it was all worth it. I loved it and just in 2015 I did other four more. Soon I was full of race shirts, using sport bras in a daily basis, carrying my huge neon pink gym bag around campus every week day and getting way too excited every time I saw the SALE advertisements in any sports store (Nike, to be specific… Yes, I am a Nike fan. I do not even know how it happenned but now there is no going back. Sorry bank account, so sorry)

Without knowing it I became something new: I became a runner.

It was weird for me to accept it at the beginning. iPhone 1000When my friends joked about me having a “fit lifestyle” I would shrugged while finishing my second donut. I have never been sporty before, I was the type of kid in school and high school who would worry more about her grade in PE than in Math class… for real. In addition to that, my legs were sticks and by the second squat I would be wondering what had I done to deserve such a punishment. My brother would joke and always tell me “You know, being thin is not being fit”… and I would just laugh and think who the hell wants to be “fit”? Who needs that? Let me couch potato. So, I guess you get the picture.

Ericka and exercise… in the same sentence? Pfff.

But then you start becoming acquainted with the grandpas in the track. You go to the park and even forget you said you would only run a quick 5K and do 10K instead. The price of running sneakers doesn’t seem ridiculous to you anymore and you don’t even think twice before getting the ones you want. A 10K run in the park becomes a nice way to begin a Sunday morning. You go during the Track and Field practice times to the university track just to watch them with great awe (okay, I sound stalker but… have you ever watched them? THEY ARE AWESOME) You don’t understand how people say they “cannot run” (I am the clumsiest person you’ll ever meet, I believe I practice running because it just takes to move your feet at a constant pace… so it is hard to get hit by a ball in the stomach, tumble, roll down a hill, fall in your face, or anything I would definitely suffer in any other sports)and all of a sudden there you are, 1 year after at 5:29am about to begin your first half marathon.

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HONDURAS

Processed with VSCO with c1 presetFirst of all, I woke up super late… My plan was to be out of my house by 4:00am since the run started at 5:30am. I openned my eyes at 4:11am but since I had EVERYTHING ready it took me just 19 minutes to be downstairs stopping a cab. I found some girls and the boyfriend of one who were waiting also… it was easy to notice they were also going to the Nike run so I told them to come with me. So, yeah… it was 4:30am and I was in a cab with three strangers on my way to the run. When we were almost arriving the sky started to fall… with this I mean THUNDERS and pouring rain. Still… there I was, and I preferred to get soaked in the rain and go and leave my things first… so I left my umbrella in my bookbag and my raincoat (I was not going to run holding an umbrella so.. oh well). There is when I noticed a lot of girls who had a friend/parent/boyfriend with them and they were holding the umbrella for them (ALL BYYYY MYYYSELF started playing in the back of my mind)... so I made a self-note “Convince someone to come with me next year”

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It was POURING

I cannot really describe this feeling… Adrenaline, I guess. You are waiting with your cellphone in hand, ready to press play in Spotify to the playlist you created specifically for THIS run (you can listen to it in here) and to press “Start Run” in the Nike+ app as soon as you cross the sensors. One, two, one, two… I look down and look at my left ankle which I bathed in mentholatum an hour before, then cover with a patch and finished putting a ankle-band-support-thing (yes, I don’t remember the name right now… shh)

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Start Line

Please, just let me finish… I think, and then Sweet Disposition starts playing. And I am on kilometer 0 of 21.

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The first 3 kilometers and the last 2 were the toughest for me, the other 16 in between I just went by even singing from time to time or moving my hands to the beat of the playing song. I also loved every pit stop… they were crazy. There were the official pit stops of Nike which included: water, energy drinks, bananas, SPONGES! which were soaked in cold water so you cleaned your face and arms with them and ahhh… refreshing, chocolates, cookies, and so on. But there were also some pit stops from sponsors which had more chocolates, sweets, and one even had COKE… and the most hilarious one: some guys made a pit stop with beer. Yep, beer. People stand at the border of the road just to shout 加油! which is an incentive here in Taiwan which literal translation is “add oil”, but means “Go! Keep on! You can do this!” and offered their hands to receive high fives. I have no idea why but every time I gave a high five I got super pumped up! A million thanks to every person who was there today, for real… you made a difference to me (yeah, they won’t probably read my blog but shhh)

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21KM, smile… and AHHHHH MY ANKLE!

I walk down, get interviewed and then I pick up my medal, the Finisher shirt and a towel and join the rest of the runners at the finish event. Music, crowd, cameras, food, physioterapic massage! (Nike, you are AMAZING)…

I definitely recommend everyone to join running events. It gives you a purpose to run for! If you are in Taiwan, ask me! Normally I know a couple of events happenning soon, and even though I wouldn’t be able to join you for training (I am taking at least a month of REAL rest) I can always talk to you, give you any of the tips I use (though I am not professional at all, but… it works at least) so yeah…Processed with VSCO

ONE MORE VICTORY FOR TEAM TURTLE!

(I say team, but it is actually just me. The happy turtle because I am not fast at all but… once I start stopping is not an option)

Thanks to everyone who supported me on this! Who challenged me to this! Who motivated for this!

Cycling Around Taiwan: Episode 1

Some days ago I posted I had an accident while riding bicycle around Taiwan. Just that small part of the adventure took me a whole post so let’s see how it goes trying to summarize the whole trip.


2sZW4m5.gifDuring this winterbreak I decided to stay in Taiwan to be able to save up money for my tickets for the summer (it did not actually work, damn it). Luckily, one of my best friends and 學妹 was also staying in Taiwan so we decided to plan something together. I came up with different “budget” ideas, such as being couch potatos for two weeks, going to an island in Taiwan, or even traveling to Okinawa and backpack around there for a week, which she thought were cool, but then I decided to share with her one of my crazy ideas. I had already shared with others this plan and always received an answer such as “You are crazy”, “Sounds cool but… no”, “Good luck with that”. So here I went:

“What about cycling around Taiwan? Like, around the whole island.” Oh my God, she will think I am crazy and run away…

OMG. WHEN? YES!!!!!“, and that my friend is how I got my adventure buddy for the next crazy adventure.

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When you think about cycling around Taiwan, you think of fit persons… so, we needed training. Training that did not happen. When you think about cycling around Taiwan, you think of meeting and planning thoroughly every detail. Meetings did happen but theefwd.gif planning was lost among eating pizza, going to tattoo parlors, watching movies, and so on. But somehow a couple of days before the scheduled date we had our bikes reserved, all the gear bought, 30 granola bars each, and our route sort of traced plus tons of CouchSurfing requests sent and friends’ houses along the route. Not bad for last minute planning, right?

The night before the date of parting we went to pick our bikes (before that we almost set fire to my house while making a tomato soup, but that is another story). We did not count with the massive rain though, by the time we were back in my apartment we were soaking wet. Nata (Guatemala) was using the clothes she was going to use for the first day of cycling and our backpacks were dripping water… We had eight hours to wash and dry our things for the adventure of next day. So, there we went at 11:00pm in the look for 24H Washing and Dryer Machines.

Of course, we had Google Maps and Nata gave a look to the location where the place with the machines was… the thing is “giving a look” is not understanding exactly where and none of us took her cellphone. So it was cold, still rainning, dark and we were both tired, but we spend approximately one hour roaming around the streets of Taipei until we found the small shop with the coin washer and dryer machines. It took approximately one hour for the things to dry up (we had already washed them at my place, at least)… Did I mention we were tired? Well, we ended up sleeping on a 0.5×1.0 meter table… Yes, both of us in one single table.

At least this proved a point: we could sleep A N Y W H E R E.

(…and that is good if you are planning on backpacking)

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We were planning to leave at 6:00am and it was already 4:00am by the time we got back home. I slept an hour and woke up to have a champion’s breakfast. Eggs? No. Bacon? No. Peanut butter jelly sandwich? No. Tomato soup and spagghettti? YEEEES. Two hours later we were ready and since it was still raining we had to be witty and create our own waterproof technology gear.

Two hours later we were on our way…

Let’s remember that we were two unexperienced girls on the road, so it did not take long before our first near-death experience. Somehow, when trying to exit crowded Taipei we ended up on a highway. Yes, you read that: A HIGHWAY. Speeding loud cars passing a couple of centimeters right beside us, with no space for motorcycle or bicycles. I am not sure how long it was before we found the first exit but by that time I was already sweating ice cold and praying inside my head. Could have been just ten minutes but I felt it as a long eternity.

12592496_10153903195776948_190081193327582707_nOnce we were out of Taipei everything got better. We went on the wrong way a couple of times, climbed some pretty steep hills, had dumplings for lunch in a small restaurant close to Taoyuan (yes, where the airport is)… but then it started raining.

As we got closed to Hsinchu it started raining a lot. Poor Nata was all dirty with mud since she was riding behind me so all the dirt of my wheels was flying directly to her. It was getting colder but I would lie if I told you we were feeling cold, when you are pedalling for over half an hour nonstop it is impossible to get cold, but as soon as you stop you would freeze. Soon enough, we started seeing buildings and there we were, at our first stop.

Welcome to Hsinchu City. 

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We smelled like wet dogs. We were soaked in rain and sweat. We were tired and hungry. But we had a nice apartment waiting for us. Juan (Panama) had given Nata the keys to his apartment where a hot shower, a big bed and… two hosts were waiting for us! We entered and talked a bit about the adventure of the day with our hosts: Jovane  (Panama) and Luigi (Nicaragua). Then I ran to the bathroom and discovered the nirvana in that hot shower. I could have stayed there all night under the hot water…

Our host Juan was not home but he left a whole arsenal of new toothbrushes, mini toothpastes, a list with food we could take from the refrigerator, the wifi password, and clean towels for us. He took seriously the role of being the greatest host, even if he was an absent host.

Dinner, of course, was nothing but a huge Costco pizza which we shared with Jovane. Plus one ice cream and two churros. (Hey! Come on, we needed extra carbs! Don’t judge)

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Tough first day, really tough…

Next day we tried to wake up early but our hosts wouldn’t let us leave (we are that good guests) so we got on the road until  9:30am after a quick visit to the washer-dryer machines and a breakfast in delicious gourmet restaurant 7-11.

Our next destiny was Taichung which was 95km away… and we were supposed to be there before 7:00pm since we stayed with a host we found on CouchSurfing but she is currently in New Zealand so the ones receiving us were going to be her parents. The road of this day was specially full with steep slopes and my knee was starting to hurt. I kept on telling myself “mind over body” but it got to a point in which every time I saw a mountain coming I would rather just stay there and wait for… anything, but ride my bike up. Of course I could not do that so I found myself cursing under my breath and riding while Nata did small stops to let me catch up (have I told you before how amazing my adventure buddy is?) 

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We did a stop in Miaoli to have lunch, it was close to Chinese New Year so ALL restaurants were closed but we saw one Vietnamese restaurant in the road and we stopped to check it out. Our surprise was when we asked for our menu and they just started laughing and they said “There is no menu, we serve what you see here”, what we saw in the glass showcase looked like cold pork knobs, chicken legs, other unrecognizable meat, transparent noodles and next to it inside a boiling cauldron a weird soup… Nope. This was not the place to eat at. We slowly went back to our bikes and escaped.

12646926_10153903219871948_4896531704592050731_o.jpgA couple of kilometers later we saw another open restaurant where they sell 便當 which can be translated to “lunchbox” which normally is: white rice, meat of your choice and vegetables. Everyone there seem really happy to see us and after answering the common questions they served us soup, an extra piece of chicken (I told you, EXTRA CARBS IS THE KEY), chocolates and candies. We were back on our way but time was flying by and we were not even half way to our destiny.

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First of all I have to say Taichung, in my opinion, was the least bike friendly place of all. Or maybe I was already in a bad mood since it was COLD and my knee was seriously killing me. We arrived to our host’s place to find the most cheerful sweet lady I could have think of. We were going to stay on the third floor of her office which the family has exactly for that purpose: to receive guests of CouchSurfing. We had a comfy big bed, warm water, shower, washer machine, sandals, shampoo, toothpaste, everything ready for us. But before I could die in bed she asked us if we wanted to go have dinner with her and our tummies roared YEEEES!

We went to Taichung night market where she invited us to different night market snacks, we played darts, walked around, met one of her friends who is owner of one of the boutiques, and then she drove us (so weird to go around Taiwan in a car that is not a cab) to her home where we met her husband and their three dogs.

Did I metion already that my knee was KILLING me and that it was COLD? Well, there she gave me ointment and some special patches for my knee, and then she gifted Nata and me a coat and a pair of warm tights for each of us. Since she believed we were going to die otherwise. Yes, you read that: food, medicine and clothes. Plus, her husband made a really nice tea and had chopped fruits waiting for us. Kindness to its maximum exponent. Welcome to Taiwan.

We went back to our home for the night. Shower. Bed. Sleep… Next morning we had a trip to continue.


So I just found out our adventure has TOO much to put on a single entry. So I will divided in 3 or 4 parts. I hope you liked Chapter 1! 

Special thanks to all our hosts and people we met on the way! They are the highlights of all this crazy trip.

Oh and that day I discovered why my knee was hurting. I wasn’t using the changes of velocity and gear properly in my bike, specially when going uphill. So I was technically killing myself. At least we made this discovery in day 2… further on I also discovered my seat was too low for my long ch0pstick legs. For real, riding a bike around an island is no recreational activity for amateurs (meaning, me)… still… IT WAS FUN. 

 

When You Fly, but Fall…

…against concrete and rocks and boom bam BOOOOM… blood.

champagne-celebration-gifFirst of all… HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO THE BLOG! Well, it is not today but it was in February, a couple of days before of Valentine’s when I wrote my first entry while I was in one of Inese’s class which were taught in Latvian so I did not understand anything. Since then it has been a year of writing nonsense but feeling great about it, plus thanks to this blog I’ve gotten to know better more people and all of you have gotten to know me as well. Just in time for this special date someone wrote an inbox to me, she is not my friend, I have never seen her before and I got this amazing inbox in which she told me about reading me and liking it a lot. Her words were so beautiful that made me realize how worth it is to write all these messy thoughts and share them with all of you.

So, thanks to all of you. I am really happy about this small blog and hope to continue it through the pass of months and years.

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Recently I was on a trip around Taiwantumblr_o0p9rn4CUP1v3tw04o1_500… on bicycle. It has been one of the most amazing experiences I’ve ever had. The goal was to go around the whole island but on Saturday, pass half of our way I had an accident in the middle of nowhere. Thanks to God no bones were broken but I swear I flew from my bike and for a moment I felt like time stopped and I just thought “This is it”… but it wasn’t pheww.

Now my knee has a hole, or well it had a hole now it is just full of stitches. My right hand is not really useful. My chin has a scar… and I am traumatized after having stitches being made without local anestesia or anything to soothe the pain (yep, that badass I am… ignore the fact that I cried like a baby during the whole process and I was trembling like a chihuahua after that).

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The whole point of this is that:

I am thankful for all the wonderful people that exist in this world.

Processed with VSCO with m5 presetStarting with my adventure buddy Natalia who has been with me through all this mess and now is taking care of me even when our trip ended (because of my fault). We took two rides and three trains to come back to Taipei, the accident happened in the middle of nowhere and it felt like the end of everything, we were rejected from buses and trains since we had our bikes with us, I am pretty much an invalid so I can’t help with anything… and she does not hate me but keeps a strong positive mind.

Let’s continue with the scooter man who stopped in the middle of his way to somewhere just to help two foreigner girls. One almost dying but eating a protein bar because she did not want to faint and the other one having a nervous laughter attack. He called one of his friends to help us get to the police station after seeing that I had no way of gettin back on the bike.

His friend came with his blue truck, and let me in even when there was a high risk of me messing his car seat with blood stains, taking us to the nearest police station which was not that close at all.

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Snapchat-4228567293218695639In Hengchun (the closest town) the police man who drove us there helped us contact SongGe, a guy who has a mini bus and takes people around all the South area. For a minimum fee he was going to take us to the station which was actually really far, but then he decided to take me to the hospital where a doctor healed me really badly (he filled my knee hole with cotton… technically, and told me stitches should be made three days after). While this happenned SongGe was taking a nap on the lobby of the hospital waiting for us. Before taking us to the train station he made a stop and bought us three types of different breads for us to take on our way home since we would get hungry. Oh and on our way he kept on singing and dancing and teaching us Taiwanese. Cool guy, right?

We arrived Kaohsiung in train, since no trains went directly from Fangliao (the station SongGe delivered us to) to Taipei. There we received the terrible news that no train left for Taipei that night and the HighSpeed trains rejected us since they wanted us to take off the wheels of our bikes, fold them (how the hell was I supposed to do that?), and put them inside some fancy bags (that we did not have). Oh, and I was still bleeding during all this time… so I was pretty much weak, stressed, crying, hopeless and planning to stay on a 7/11 convenience store until 10am to wait for a train that would take us… but I decided to bother Maru.

Person #8: I called Maru and in less than an hour she was there… scolding me for not calling her before and taking me to the hospital in Kaohsiung which is a bigger city than Fangliao. In the hospital I had X-rays taken and… No broken bones. Then they tortured me for what seemed to be an eternity but at least my wounds were closed and I had pain killers. We went to sleep to Maru’s house and next day we were on our train to Hsinchu.

5 hours later we were on Hsinchu, taking another 2 hour train to Taipei… and finally back home. Where Jose Mario went to pick us up to the station and helped us take my bike to the store we rent it from while I took a cab home. Oh, by the way… it was Valentine’s! So when they came from the store we decided to celebrate with two pizzas and a movie.

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During all this time I walked around through train stations half hopping and half cursing so I decided to leave shame aside and ask on Facebook if anyone in Taipei could lend me crutches. No long after, Aura had already commented offering hers and Irina brougth them to me the day after… in bicycle.

Adding to this I have not been alone in all these two days back home. Natalia is staying with me, Irina has spend all day with me today also, Luisa came to visit and brought me Oreos (I LOVE OREOS), Ari (my roommate) dropped by to say hi and prove with her own eyes that I was still alive, Laura (who also lent us her house while our stay in Tainan during the trip), Adela and Michelle came on the afternoon bringing cheesecake, coffee and a cat (no, we did not eat the cat)… love, love, so much love. (and food)

And last but not least… the persons who have kept their love and caring coming through phone calls and messages, even when they are far far away,  travelling around the world, or somewhere in Taiwan. A thousand million infinites THANK YOUs.

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In conclusion, I can’t help to smile for all the love and caring I’ve received during this mess. I hate the fact that I cannot do almost anything on my own but… it is not so bad to be pampered for a little while, I guess.

I am blessed for all this. Still alive. Had an amazing trip even though it finished a bit earlier than expected. With a future pirate scar on my chin. And with hell of a story to tell to my someday to be grandsons and granddaughters.

Oh and of course, with Natalia we are still thinking on finishing the whole island in bicycles… someday.

Meanwhile I will read all the books I have on my list, finish my painting, write on my blog more nonesense, have serious long meetings with Netflix, and jump around in my crutches.

 So, see you soon! And for real guys, thanks for being soooo amazing.


PS: Blog entry of the AMAZING trip is coming soon. Wait for it.

How I’ve Missed You My Dear… Sea.

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I don’t know if I have mentioned it yet, but I love the beach. Well, I love any place out of the city: countryside, mountain, beach, etc. And this weekend I took a spiritual retreat (okay, vacation) with my best friend and three of her friends, who turned out to be really cool people, to the perfect Caribbean beaches of Honduras.

I swear I don’t say this because it is my country, but Honduras does have amazing perfect beaches. Just picture it: warm water, small waves, white sand, big palm trees, awesome restaurants near the whole coast, and music somewhere playing in the background. If it wasn’t because I bathed myself in sun block I would probably be black as the night by today, hours go so fast when you are in paradise!

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