Two days and I'll be in Ceuta (hopefully)

Here I am.
Just met Unai, Diego, Isa and Yolanda.
I'm right back home, after a Sunday visit to the centre of town (Vitoria), and it's almost 2am.
Everything seems to be in the right place. My friends too.
On the way back home, surrounded by the typical darkness you can only find in places like this at this time of the year, I considered several things: cows, friends, the political situation in the Basque Country (it really sucks!), music (Stateless and its album The Art Of No State keeps me busy enough), food (bacalao and its different recipes), Björk (and her forthcoming concert in Bilbao, next to the Guggenheim Museum), Paris (and its weather; a classic!) and the film written and directed by Miranda July I watched last night.
La chica de la biblioteca empieza a difuminarse en una nebulosa de olvido, producida por su falta de noticias... Quizás sea momento de pensar en que la principal razón por la que quiero volver a Islandia no era ella (inicialmente).
El tiempo tiene toda la capacidad de decidir.
"I don't owe you anything, mister..."
Besos, preciosa (in case you read this).