The next day, I actually lived a typical english day. It did not stop to rain in any moment of the day, the sky never was so typical of London. For the first time I saw the rain in London, although it sounds rare. That day I dealed with the cold which surrounded all the corners of the city having a relaxing cup of warm chocolate in Starbucks.
Bad weather made impossible to visit any part of the city. That is why I decided to go back home. Once I got there, since I had some free time, I decided to try to play the piano wich was in the living room of the house that I have already got used to little by little. Rarely I felt as I felt in that moment, I just let go completely and, although I even did not how to do it, I had a good time.
Definitely now I can say that those weeks, thanks to small moments like those, served to find me. I was alone there and it was difficult for me but sometimes I suppose that it is necessary to learn how to be alone: being the owner of your life, doing whatever you really want to do, what you love,
