People

The German guy, saying goodbye through a mass of temperamental bright-blonde hair, looked tough and cold, though I could percieve the puncturing pain of separation in his voice.
The quite Korean, the one that never speaks loud and is never in a hurry left in an early morning without making a big fuss about it. I hope someday he will finally figure out how God must look like.
The high elf, light of my days, left smiling as usual. It makes me feel better to see that what's important is what you have had rather than what you might have lost.
The crazy Italian left on an empty van riding to San Francisco Airport to meet her lover. I know she'll have fun since none else ever was that much in their own world.
The Swedish silent rock left with a luggage bigger than him in a sunny sunday morning, with the best company.
The GPS, the best surprise you'll ever recieve, will leave tomorrow on a trip to his beloved city. You still owe me a dinner, there's still time for us to say goodbye.
All this people meant everything to me here. I'll never forget.
Concerning who is here now:
The Jumping Jap, with his wide forehead and a passion for Marlboros. The companion of freesbee training and much more.
The Danish nuts, the one with a laugh that spreads around as a disease. One day I won't be jelous of your spectacular voice anymore, we should play more together.
The French community with thier gentle manners, it's so nice of you to remind me everytime how to stay civilized also being in the wild.
The Korean girls and their good spirit, always looking at the brightside.
The Italian army that just arrived with a coffee pot and some familiar humor after so long.

I am stuck in the middle, ready to start over. And not to forget y'all, for no reason.
Both present and gone people are the inspiration to make miracles happen.

Back in Town

I arrived a couple of hours ago from Nevada City where the last project took place and I have a lot of energetic and good vibes. I start to be addicted to the bad ass work I've been doing lately, time is going to damn' fast. Last project was a piece of cake, we had showers, dvd player and a spectacular river nearby. Work was a little light and boring but I found ways to make it more interesting (I lumberjacked big trees using a polaski and it's muuuch better than going to the gym...).
I've waited so bad to com back to Santa Cruz that waiting one more day for what I need seems so long. Let's see what around next corner. It's kind of scary though.