7 weeks in Turkey. I am very spoiled as you can imagine. Aside from "high level" vacation I had there, with my best friends, it was summertime in Istanbul and there was so much to do and so little time to do everything.
I left Istanbul at dusk, after a GREAT party, drunk and melancholic, and arrived to sunny Miami where my beloved brother welcomed me to tell me we had to hit the beach as soon as we get home and then to a huge pre-MTV Music Awards Party, as you can imagine I did not feel as something was missing. It all happened when I set foot in Uruguay, at Carrasco Airport, I found the saudade exactly where I left it, even though I was full of joy thinking that so many exciting projects were waiting for me.
And as usual, nothing was the same as I left two months ago. A dark apartment with mold in all walls, new changes at the office, a phone that once again does not ring--even once! I felt so lonely and depressed the first couple of days, unimaginable for me considering the fact that there was not "one" good reason to feel that way.
My tio who I shared how I felt, wrote me today, saying "downshift a little bit, there are not many cities like Istanbul." Taking his advice, I probably will write lot more and focus on the new book (Havana is over, now I am writing about Buenos Aires!) and hopefully take a couple of trips outside Uruguay for material to write about.
So welcome back to me and to all of you who read my adventures from the South.
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