The end of one thing is the start of a new one

Waking up this morning was in many ways a unique experience.

An empty room, blank white walls jealously gazing to the huge bag filled with memories. A message on my phone; "we miss you Mike, wish we could go and eat waffles now. Memories of the last nites, the Spanish victory made the last nite even more crazy. We laughed, danced, talked, drank, hugged and cried. And not just the goodbye to friends, because a reunion between people is always possible. What is truly gone, a true farewell is to the life we all had here. A life of only 5 months.

I get out of my bed, the last time. Put on some music, Manu Chao.

The music reminds me of the roadtrip we did back in February. Willem, Sofia, Vanda, Penny and Marjolein. I stare into nothingness and see all the picknicks, the houseparties (botellones) the fiestas, the days at the pool, Fallas in Valencia, surfing in Tarifa, the concert of JArabe de Palo, the many dinners, the many wines, the beer, the chupitos, my life in Salamanca, of only 5 months.

Sitting here at my desk, writing from Salamanca for the last time, I drench myself in sweet nostalgia and allow my self to feel somewhat sad, just a bit.

In 3 hours my dad arrives here and a new time will come. Travels first, Maastricht, Mallorca, friends and my family, and 1 experience richer than before.

Now I will take a shower, have breakfast, clean my room..

All for the last time..

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