The cycle is completed. I'm back in Madrid, this time to catch my flight back home.It really feels like the end of a cycle. Six months have passed, but now I'm already in the mood I was when I left.
My laptop battery is running out and don't have where to recharge, so I will hopefully write more about this when I get back home. But before my laptop dies, I just want to point out something. I was received at the hostel, where I'm staying for this last night in Europe, by a Paraguayan; and my room has a typical Venezuelan souvenir/decoration on the wall (which you can see on my flickr gallery). If signs could talk, they would be redundant.
