moving and... moving we got flat 404a! white tiles, Colombian views, complete with a porter who was unanimously voted cute by the inhabitants of said flat. The weekends was like a weekend should be: hanging out in the laundry place, waiting for the washing to finish (luckily provided with free internet meantime), a meeting with @Rosario about issue-based XPs, a visit to Unicentro. Filling the clean contents of my suitcase into the cupboard (well two shelves of it...). SLEEP. Sunday wandering around, spending ages in Exito, buying essentials for our house. Star item: a metal plate kind of thing with handle to grill our morning and dinner arepas on the gas stove we have now. Afternoon and evening hanging out with the one and only dream team, preparing for IC... sessions, expectations, role call!
and then, after another 12 hours of running around (physically and mentally) in the office, off to the airport. with a ticket to LONDON, and in a security frenzy (I was the only passenger to London) they made me check in every single bit of possession, down to mobile phone and (!) laptop (!). my famous fuss would not do, and so I bought an expensive insurance, given no choice as the risk-adverse agent I happen to be, and gave my sombrero to Serge. This all killed the time I had planned to sit and update Juli on what has been happening since I took over the coolest job on earth from her... she is finally on her way to Brazil.
So with nothing but passport and boarding pass in hand I arrived in Atlanta, already bored to death from the bubble-gum style of writing I found in the SkyNews Magazine in the marvellous seat pocket in front of me. And lo and behold! I find my fellow passengers to London chilling in front of the gate listening to their ipods, playing solitaire on their laptops, and checking voicemail from their mobile phones.

I was not amused. To put it politely.

Finally I found seat 43C squeezed next to smelly loo in the furthest corner of the airplane, and I was even less impressed... but at least the rest of the world already seems to know that Delta is not exactly the airline of choice, and hence the plane was half empty. So after a dinner of soya beans and rice I wrapped myself in a blanket and used three seats to stretch and forget the world until breakfast.

London is just as I missed it. Funny that this city once appeared busy and dirty to me...

And my love is here... Is this why I love this city so much?  ¶ 3:11 PM