After 23 weeks, 23 tablets to prevent malaria, more than 160 days where it has not missed rice, tuna and coconut. After 5 flights to come and 4 to take off. After making the jump to more than 17,000 kilometers away. After about 80 hours by boat which allowed me to step 4 of the country’s provinces. After 8 trails that have highlighted the natural value of the islands. After 2 visits to the hospital (one as a patient and another as a companion), an unexpected farewell in a day not expected. After being a guest in 3 birthdays, wedding, beach barbecues and family meetings. After some power outages and living disconnected for days. After 2 daily buses and more than 2 kilometers on foot. After receiving a greeting from everyone who crossed me on my way to the office. After the tasks were repeated every week, buying in the market or do laundry. After traveling with 2 backpacks that have lived in two different houses, in which the main difference was who inhabited them, after moving house and a family you’re one more from the start. After spending a can of spray every 10 days or to make over 4000 photos. After seeing blonde and black people walking barefoot through the streets of the city. After countless changes of plans and check that the phrase “expect the unexpected” is increasingly successful. After many anecdotes and memories. After having the feeling that nothing has happened, but it’s been all, or feel that time has flown, but you remember the first week as if it had been a year ago. After all that and much more, I’m in the last days of this experience in the Islands, an adventure that, of course, it is impossible to go unnoticed and leave you indifferent.
And the time to go back arrives, but you walk forward, to return to that place where the clock strikes 10 hours less, to change an island on the other with 4 seasons, replacing rice and tuna by potatoes and bread, to change the curry by “mojo picón”. time to go back to that other world, beyond the differences, also shares that islander feeling.