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BEAUTÉ FAREWELL TO EUROPE

Friday, 04 February, almost my last day trip to Europe. I got up relatively early and took a good breakfast with Quique, talked about what was happening in Peru and in our lives, but it was becoming time to go home to prepare my bags Chicho, to make reservations for flights from Paris and my check from Lima to Trujillo. He was already saying goodbye to everyone. Suddenly the nearly two weeks had passed between France and Spain had gone, but had the opportunity to see several friends to return to restore our bridges of memory.

With a big hug, said goodbye with a firm promise to meet again. It's good to have faith in your dreams. He accompanied me Pisco your big dog to near the metro station and left him. A move forward. I got to my station and I will fly home from Chico, and all had left, I began to prepare bags, gonna take a shower, check emails and personal work, and make me the idea that in two days would be in Peru . Chicho called me to confirm that we were going out with Jessica, the hostess and he invited me to my last lunch. Both Jessica and Chicho had decided to take me to a tapas restaurant and other delicious things (which were the wonder for my cholesterol and triglycerides, but mno every day is one to Barcelona). A delicious farewell lunch with good conversation, telling each of the various seafood dishes that were asking, spraying beer and wine. Barcelona is a maritime city. To be Friday, the restaurant was full and looked feverish activity. What did surprise me is the problem of space for cars, as I experienced from the first day I set foot in Barcelona. After lunch, we went home to pack my things, because before going to the airport we were going to see Wilber, a move that was thwarted by being too busy. Chicho then Montjuïc to say goodbye to the city with a panoramic view of it. From there I could see the Barceloneta, the Mirador de Colom, Barri Gotic, the next time, and I have promised, I should go to one of the most interesting museums in Spain: Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya in Palau Nacional de Montjuïc.

already told us when we had to go, Castelldefels airport is about 20 miles and it was nearly rush hour on a Friday. Better not risk it. Chicho
had found a fairly cheap flight from Barcelona to Paris (about 70 euros) and you arrive at Orly. Ideal. The flight takes almost two hours and you're very comfortable. Rail travel (especially the TGV) is a good experience, but it is more expensive. Sometimes the train is its advantages, since the terminal stations are in the same city, but in my case, I had to go from one airport to another. I arrived at Orly
around 10 pm. Armed with two books and a lot of patience, I waited in the waiting room (it's redundant) to 5 am. Saturday 06 to embark on Iberia to Madrid and from there to Lima. The plane left on time from Orly, but retained my checking my liquid soap and mouthwash. They were musicians with everything that had happened at the airport in Moscow and also Osama Bin Laden had threatened to France. I was a victim of pseudo joint.
I arrived in Madrid two hours later. My flight to Lima left in matter of a couple of hours for the occasion I bought a good battery of magazines and comics history, the need was, in part because the plane had traveled nearly one child per adult. Quite an ordeal.

Lima received me at 7 in the evening of Saturday, although I was already on Sunday. Those are the emotions of those long journeys. Welcome to summer.