Travelling through time

The last week-end has been full of intense moments. From work to the last 2 days that I spent in Paris. I went to the wedding of two ex-colleagues of mine. They have kid called Clement and I wish them all three all the love that they deserve. I also slept, by pure chance, in the same hotel that the whole UK chapter started with. I was left stranded in Paris on my way to visit my girlfriend at the time. I changed my ticket to the next day. Jumped on a cab and asked the taxi driver to bring to the closest hotel with a room available. No booking, no shit, pure traveler style. I ended up at the Mercure Paris Bercy hotel. No high class but a suitable hole to spend a night. In that night I was aware of the trouble that I was in. Eight years later I look back and realised that the best thing that happened to me was to get kicked out of that university. The last eight years of my life have been amazing. I thank all the people that have come and gone. Some of them, most, I am not in touch with anymore. I guess its the price to pay to make it all that interesting.

Its either this or the old adage: "You know you are getting old, when you begin to get this sence of deja vu". Thanks Sona for that one, its a pity I let you go. I apologise.