I am sitting at the computer on the bed, legs crossed and the laptop warning me that there is not much battery. Is January 1 and I am in Istanbul. Once again I love to walk the streets and into some of its thousands of stores. Not sure if I reflect on another year has gone but, curiously, I love more the budding year: projects and more projects. I got up very optimistic Turkish with my twelve grapes. It is important to rest to take new strength and creep reality. Just a couple of days off and my mood has improved. It has taken away the tiredness that I was trespassing. I'm better. I feel better. Rested. Paradoxical work to earn money to travel and rest stops, in turn, felt better and able to work. Maybe I'm fascinated by certain things that I have deep inside of me and even I know, the streets filled with people, smells of the bazaars, the proximity of the sea and when I visualize the hundreds of armies tread the same stones on which step . I really do not travel, sleep. We pay for dreaming. I run out of battery. Happy year to all who are following our adventures.
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