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XMAS & Homesickness (DAY 318)

Christmas in Byron Bay. 10 hours drive north of Sydney.

Six days of vacation, full. Full of many things.

a round trip between a fabulous landscapes, including my first guide on the right, between the cicadas that gradually increase their noise, including a stop at Macksville and a sandwich in the warmest place in the world, including a burst with love the ice cream man and the minor fins in the river proved to be of two dolphins and a few feet from me, stop in Coffs Harbour for a tub that could be my end (You Were Thirty Seconds close to death, mate) and the arrival in Byron Bay.

a sensational four days, between trying surfing, sunburn, Christmas in the sun, jellyfish, a visit to the lighthouse, the highest point east of Australia ', walking in the midst of peace, which becomes a walk in a marathon at 1 pm scorching sun, the balcony's girls, the chats with Faith, pool, salmon, Ferrero Rocher of Chile, the wife of the Chilean, the Bourboun and Coke, the pastry cream and salmon, tuna, The Drifter, Rob Machado, the one thousand beaches of Byron, G'day mate, the Beach house completely sweaty, the girl who approached me while I have music in my ears tells me something and say "can u please repeat, I just landed in Australia" (embarrassing) , $ 150 and up the fight, the war song and a thousand other things.

of a return trip in the rain, mind alone, with a song (Because of you) repeated 60 times by 'iPod, a dead kangaroo and a dinner near that lake porcocanequantomiricordacasa.

This was my Christmas.

I just heard, you can not see that it is Christmas when you're on the beach with a surf groped to beat the waves, while at home is great for lunch hours and hours and your Christmas lunch is a banana and a chocolate milkshake. It is not Christmas, is something different, a way of passing on December 25.

are in a month and a half since my return, I do not know yet I do, I just know that they are full, after nearly 11 months in Australia without seeing my family for over 300 days, well ... a little heavy it is.

missing little, very little, no idea about the future with the knowledge that another chance should give the land of kangaroos. Maybe I just need three weeks at home to recharge.

We'll see.

I think of this year, to all persons who have shared this experience with me and it's all so strange, surreal, incredibly immense.

Alby

ps Hello Victor, Thanks for Everything