The End (of the Beginning)

We left St. A... a while ago.

I don't really know how the last bit came to unfold. The only thing I'm completely certain of is that we're all in separate places now, starting our second semester (or fourth, for the previous Mundus generation) and coping with new challenges and meeting new people... Expanding horizons!

Back in Scotland we went through the toughest examination period EVER, handed in out last essays, said our goodbyes (we had a final party that was extremely surreal: I don't know if I was more tired than drunk or viceversa and I apparently "misbehaved" although I don't really remember anything hehehe anyways ¡Viva México!) and I packed my stuff, still a bit hung over and walked over to house 15 to give one last hug to my mateys.

Shit man! just writing about this is making me nostalgic as FUCK.

Anyways: so Alex, Martin and Juanita helped me drag my humongous bags all the way to the cab I had just called for. It was a very strange moment; for I know Juana HATES parting moments (and tends to emphatically avoid them). But there she was... hugging away this little Mexican girl as a temporary closure sort of moment. Next was Alex. Next was Martin. "See you guys soon, yeah? in Mexico or anywhere else in the world!". 

I could feel everything.

The train station welcomed me with a soothing breeze, the cab driver was in a good mood and I finally managed to understand most of what he was saying hahahaha... Scotland...

So I took a large breath, lifted my spirits (which were heavier than my luggage) got in my corresponding compartment, and pressed my nose against the window. Not to think, but to dive in the sentiment of it all.

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GLASGOW

I arrived at the main station and ambled my way towards the big clock in the middle. There, standing like a pro, Abe was waiting for me. Perfect timing!

We took my mountainous stuff to his place and had some tea. God we can talk for ages... he showed me his latest project and we got into this mental state that I love: I adore people who dare to think and feel at somewhat the same level aaaaarghhhhhodjeb3qye798eyifa. Good stuff.

We went out into the night, breathing in the entropic uncertainties that twinkled before us. We met some friends of his at one of their houses, drank some sweet wine and played some cumbias (for they all had lived in Latin America for some strange reason). The apartment was plastered with Revolution. Ha.

After that we went out for more drinks with one of the girls (since the other ones had to work the next day... oh, the productive folk). We went to a pub and had a blaaaast. We laughed so much, even the bartender gal was joining in for the fun... then we walked around town and talked some more and then some more after that.

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The next day I postponed my trip to Edinburgh in order to share one last awesome meal with my awesome mate. So I had my very FIRST (yes, you read correctly) Scottish breakfast. The owner was chatty: 

"So you studied at St. Andrews? I don't fancy the place so much... it has an air of... I can't really explain..."

"It's like a fairy tale town but pushed a bit too far to the edge of the cliff" (suggested, I).

"Ha! why yes, that's precisely what it is".

I don't really think that of the location, but I always tend to finish other people's thoughts when they're being a bit pretentious, so they can move on to more interesting subjects.

Afterwards we went for yet another amazing walk through the parks until it was time for me to leave. And so I did. I hugged my mate, wished him the best of luck (I sincerely do, he is one of the most amazing people I've ever met) and arrived safely at my destination.