now let us drink the stars.

I've just bought the last flight home.
The-last-flight-home.
Buying flights and coming back home always makes me think.
About the people I met.
About the stuff I learnt.
About the things I saw.
I will never regret any trip, for sure not this one, but three months is definitely too much in a place like this and for the first time in my life I'm thinking of Poland. 

I feel like coming back home.

This time it's just more complicated than ever, cause there's still a long way ahead of me.
Mazagon. Huelva. Lisbon. Porto. Madrid. Poznan. Wroclaw.
7 stops in less than two weeks. What I feel is a mix of the excitement and the fear that something may go wrong. But this is what I love the most about travelling: being totally on your own, totally independent, free. And ever since the atmosphere here changed from fantastic into unbearable I've actually started counting down the days. 

So I'm seeing one of my best Erasmus friends in Lisbon. From there we're roadtrippin' to Porto. I'm catching a flight to Madrid, where I hope to see another friend of mine and then, finally, catch one last flight to Poznan.

I cannot wait to see J's smiling face. To see the stars over the Porto. To feel the pressure in my ears right after the starting. To have that paella with Luci, we've been planning like for ages. I cannot wait to see the first rain, back home.