verde que va llegando...

... y asi, sin ton ni son, ni razon por la cual, sentado en este balcon, me pongo a pensar en los momentos hermosos de la vida, que sencillo, no?:
encontrar un encendedor que alguien olvido en el baño en la ultima fiesta en casa...
colores que se renuevan: el espacio dejado por la blancura que se llevó la nieve al derretirse lo llena hoy un aun timido verde...
la gente que he conocido...
mis alumnos que aun a estas dos de la madrugada me llenan de pensamientos, casi todos agradables ;) ...
el dos horas antes desconocido que ahora duerme en el cuarto de huespedes...
el tener un cuarto para huespedes....
el hecho de que siempre me quedara...
las unas ciertas notas de susodicha musiquita que nos lleven a lugares tan distantes en el espacio pero, al parecer, tan cercanos en el tiempo.....

Scaping the cold into the cold...

and, just like a game, we're travelling again! "we" almost the whole gang has gotten back together for this one: myself, Chancho and Roberta hit the road again (Marta and Bufe stay behind to take care of the rear)

And 2115 rolls in, I grab my bags and dart out of class, into the metro heading toward the train station and once here, after going round and round looking for the txt office, the adventure starts: we sit down, lay back, open our bags and goodness comes out: apples, mandarines, labash, a tortilla, cheese, wine and the uncomparable feeling: we are on holiday!!!

Looking back and my trips with Marta is now hard to believe that only 3 hours can take me so far away, but airplanes tend to move a tad faster than old Marta, and despised as they are, they still hold some charming things to do in them. 0400 and we step out of an airport into the Polar Circle, that enigmatic place I read about some 20years ago and that will then help me make as scenario to some story telling for my back then little sister. And it's white, white everywhere. And thats all we manage to see: white, "Murmanski snow" is the cry we give... a quick futbol game with a piece of ice (almost as good as "futbol con chapita") and our charriot arrives: 4 wheels and 2 smiling faces, what else could I ask for?

and we drive, heading for the city. 30 minutes to cross the tundra. We feel it but there is little we can see, it wont be till a few days later, when we step back into the tundra again that we could truly appreciate the magnitude of this white coat: majestic, breath taking, omnipresent coat....

And can´t help it but compare my Peru with this place. After all, the people are almost as friendly. But the similarities go past that... and we relate: deer - llamas; piripiolki - cuys; seals, sea cows and the sort, we have those too; and mountains, mountains so magnanimous I remember many a one time standing at their feet, getting ready to take them on, but not here. Here, with this white coat the mountains so much like wearing, I wouldnt dare. I look at them and simply enjoy the view.... the magnanimous view of a frozen tundra as I tumble down the mountains on a snowboard or as I cross it at high speeds on a snowmobile. A snowmobile, what a delightful concoction!  .

  But this holiday has to come to an end as well. And I say goodbye to the white coat, to the seals, to the porros while walking in empty streets at -30C, but I refuse to say goodbye to the best part of this trip: the people that took us in their house and into their hearts. To you guys, thank you and hope to see you again....

Ciao belli....

33

... y todo comienza, como jugando, a las 6 de la tarde....
como jugando pues, uno, no es mi horario a trabajar, tampoco son mis alumnos, y mirando en perspectiva: ni siquiera mi ciudad, y eso se hace super latente hoy cuando al ver por la ventana veo el cielo caerse de a poquitos en pedacitos blancos y, como jugando, van cubriendo el suelo.... q vision para hermosa y pues bien, no me contengo, ni siquiera intento y en medio de una oracion, un grito sale del pecho mio: "¡Esta nevando!!"
Y en una noche sin planes, entre agujas y blablablas acabamos en un bar, y, sin saberlo, y a la hora precisa, un  par de tanos hacen la pregunta indicada: ¿cuantos anhos tenes? the automatic "32" jumps out but a quick glance at my phone corrects me: "33, 33"...

Saturday now, an a parade of newly found friends make their way into my apartment with their hands full of decorations (to be read: food) chatter fills up the kitchen. It doesnt matter what language: the kitchen will always be the Queen, its attractive power is beyond words....Eat, drink, be merry but even here, is a well known fact, my evenings are ot complete without some dancing, so out we go: down into the street, up into a bus, taking over a bus, jumping into the metro.. well, almost everybody jumping into the metro... the clamour is heard "we've lost Estela", actions: somebody: retake contact, everyone: out the metro, we're camping here... 3 extremely long minutes later, un reencuentro digno de la tivu, to include a M. Jackson reprise ;)

And the night goes on, but the idea has already been sketched: thank you all for the moments shared...

Merci l' Universe!!!!