Thursday, October 16, 2008
Aniversary of a dream turned into a reality
I recently reached the fourth year since my arrival to Spain. Many memories, good and bad. I want to share as many of them with you, and for my own benefit as well. I think this could be a good place to do that, so here I go.
It all started... well, I wouldn't get you bored with that (yet). Let´s just say that I was influenced about Spain since my early childhood. However, at the same time my education as a "man of no means" prevented me from even thinking about the possibility of being able to fulfill this dream. It was only until my years in the United States when I discovered that the only real limitation for a dream to become a reality was inside the dreamer himself (namely me). I tatooed my right arm with an ancient Spanish symbol (more on that later) as a reminder of my dream and of my intentions to turn it into a reality. I worked hard, saved my money and my dream turned into reality.
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I decided I would do the opposite to what the "conquistadores" did. If they arrived to America on October 12, I would also invade Spain on a similar date. And that's what I did. I arrived into Spain on October 12, 2004.
My original intentions were to walk one section of the Santiago Trail (El Camino de Santiago) and to meet personally some friends I had met previously through the Internet. Something changed in the meantime, however, and as of this date I still have to make a decission about my departure.
My first sight of the Old World occured at around 2 PM (Atlantic Ocean Time) as I saw the coast of Portugal after some 10 hours of being in the air. We landed at Barajas International Airport in Madrid 11 hours after departure from Mexico City's Benito Juarez Airport. We had a late departure, so we arrived late. I missed my connection to Almeria, my final destination, so I had to wait 4 hours from 5 PM until 9 PM. I was supposed to be greeted at Almeria's airport by some of my cyberfriends at 5PM, but when I called to inform them of my delay, they apologized for not being able be there to greet me. They gave me all kinds of instructions on how to get to my hotel.
However, great was my surprise when I found them waiting for me at almost 11PM in the airport. Now that I know the route better I can say that they gave me the grand tour on our way to my hotel. The first thing I asked them to take me to see was The Alcazaba. Now I know that the airport is in the side of the city opposite to where the Alcazaba is, and therefore I can affirm that they took me around the city just to please me. They were so kind. I still remember the sight of those lighted walls at the distance, the towers and almenas rising on top of the hill at night. Beautiful... like a dream come true.
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It all started... well, I wouldn't get you bored with that (yet). Let´s just say that I was influenced about Spain since my early childhood. However, at the same time my education as a "man of no means" prevented me from even thinking about the possibility of being able to fulfill this dream. It was only until my years in the United States when I discovered that the only real limitation for a dream to become a reality was inside the dreamer himself (namely me). I tatooed my right arm with an ancient Spanish symbol (more on that later) as a reminder of my dream and of my intentions to turn it into a reality. I worked hard, saved my money and my dream turned into reality..JPG)
I decided I would do the opposite to what the "conquistadores" did. If they arrived to America on October 12, I would also invade Spain on a similar date. And that's what I did. I arrived into Spain on October 12, 2004.My original intentions were to walk one section of the Santiago Trail (El Camino de Santiago) and to meet personally some friends I had met previously through the Internet. Something changed in the meantime, however, and as of this date I still have to make a decission about my departure.
My first sight of the Old World occured at around 2 PM (Atlantic Ocean Time) as I saw the coast of Portugal after some 10 hours of being in the air. We landed at Barajas International Airport in Madrid 11 hours after departure from Mexico City's Benito Juarez Airport. We had a late departure, so we arrived late. I missed my connection to Almeria, my final destination, so I had to wait 4 hours from 5 PM until 9 PM. I was supposed to be greeted at Almeria's airport by some of my cyberfriends at 5PM, but when I called to inform them of my delay, they apologized for not being able be there to greet me. They gave me all kinds of instructions on how to get to my hotel.However, great was my surprise when I found them waiting for me at almost 11PM in the airport. Now that I know the route better I can say that they gave me the grand tour on our way to my hotel. The first thing I asked them to take me to see was The Alcazaba. Now I know that the airport is in the side of the city opposite to where the Alcazaba is, and therefore I can affirm that they took me around the city just to please me. They were so kind. I still remember the sight of those lighted walls at the distance, the towers and almenas rising on top of the hill at night. Beautiful... like a dream come true.
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