Am I Back?

Last week, a good friend of mine sent me an email from Barcelona and reminded me that I used to have a blog on Journal's website. She said as well that she likes Newcastle and is really interested about what's happening on the North East (she's a brilliant open-minded journalist in an important magazine in Barcelona and as you can see again, she reads this blog) but obviously, because she is a good friend she is more interested about what I'm doing and if everything it's all right. I told her that I'm fine and that I've been updating the blog every week but because she is living far away it takes longer for her to be able to read the new posts, Internet is not that fast yet! I'm not sure she believed me.

I had thousands of emails from around the world asking and begging me to write another post so let's satisfy the crowd. I'll update today!

Guilty, I know that's no serious, my last post was on 17th of December. Absolutely shameful. I'll have to be more constant, I'll try it, I swear I will. I don't know why but I think that problems start when you promise in a public space...

Why so long? Do I have a good excuse? No. I went home for Christmas but of course that was... on Christmas. No, we don't have longer Christmas than yours but let's say it takes me some extra time settle down again when I've been at home. I planned a couple of posts for the blog defending my theory of Menorca's weather in winter with a couple of pictures of deserted cold beaches but as usual I didn't find the right time...

When I'm there my family practice what I call "involuntary emotional blackmail" because they treat me so splendidly that I'm always wondering if I should go back to Menorca forever. The conclusion is always the same: I'll always be able to do it. Won't I?

Thinking about that, one of my last days in Maó I was walking through the port (I always do that, alone with my ipod. Is my melancholic moment) when I heard a wonderful music coming from nowhere. "That's it! -I thought- It's a sign, that music is the same singing of the sirens in the Odyssey! I'm like Ulysses! No! I have to avoid that music like he did" I turned up the volume of my ipod and escaped as fast as I could. Suddenly in front of me I saw the "famous" sculpture of the mermaid that rest on the port. She was looking at me and I started hearing the music louder and louder. I looked back, nothing. Looked on my left, nothing. Looked on my right and I finally saw the answer, somebody left the door of El Padrino (The Godfather) open and that music was invading the road. El Padrino is the most famous brothel of Maó. Of course I escaped, I said I was Ulysses!

I'm still not sure if my Ithaca would be Menorca or Newcastle but I'm back here on Upon Tyne trying to find it out.