Club Nintendo Punkte Generator

From the quiet streets of Vic

I SAW YOU ARE IN BARCELONA!
I JUST MOVED TO SPAIN THIS MONTH BUT I'M LIVING IN VIC!
WHERE ARE YOU FROM IN ITALY?
BEFORE I WAS LIVING IN PESCARA TO COME TO SPAIN!
HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT TIME AROUND WORLD!
LETS TRY TO CATCH UP!!
Bach

Signed "Amanda."

This is the message I get on couchsurfing from a Brazilian girl who lives in Vic (and who has visited my profile for the event) the day before leaving Barcelona.

I was ready to go some day in the Catalan mountains, to regenerate after the chaos of the whirlwind ... When this message arrives.

I look at the profile of Amanda. I see you have traveled just about everywhere.

comes from Brazil, was in Asia, Europe and South America

now lives in Vic, a small village not far from Barcelona.

live outside the program, I think. Let's try to catch up!

Meeting Amanda the next day in Barcelona.

E 'in the city to register for the certification course to become a stewardess plane.

In the afternoon, together, we take the train to Vic.

The trip is a good time to get in touch with each other.

And so 'the case. Among

a word of English, one English and another Italian.

Upon arriving I understand now why are there '.

Return to the simplicity of the relationship. Including the one with my music.

know the roommate Amanda. Alejandro, a Mexican boy.

He welcomes me with a game on the playstation with his brother. And a beer Estrella.

know Amanda's pub where he works. Mariana, Ana, Daniella, Luis, Jordi.

welcome me with a chair, a smile. And a beer Estrella.

know other friends of Amanda works at the restaurant where his childhood friend, Marilla. Fabio and Luana (small and Sofia).

I welcome with enthusiasm and a sincere hug. And together we eat grilled meat as not happened to me a long time.

Regenerated from all this, one day, at night (I had never happen, I had always played in the afternoon), I take the guitar and decided to do a little set in Placa Major.

not a living soul.

But I feel I want to do. First of all for myself.

After just two songs approaching a lady.

"With all the crisis that's out there I see people lose control and end the cycle of drugs. But you do not. I'll read in his eyes. Quast does a cd?"

"I do not know, ma'am ... maybe 5 euro, but ... I do not know the price you do it. What for you is my cd is its price."

"Take these 6 €. I know that you care."

After another song approaching two children.

"We want to buy a cd !!!".

Soon after, again, approached the owner of the bar side.

"I also want a cd, I really like the music you make."

Before leaving approaching another man in his fifties.

"sing well and have good English pronunciation ... where are you from?"

tell him my story. Briefly. And he his. From Australia to Vic.

Leave me a note.

"Thanks ... but at least take my cd," I say.

"Keep it. It is good that will give you the money for that image."

E 'past just one hour, maybe less.

I find myself with more than thirty euro in your pocket.

's time to go play again.

But this time only for myself.

come to a small corner of the city at night.

And with 6-string, a pen and package the orders of the bar of Amanda began writing a new song.

"Being independent means to write their own history every day."

Talk about a stupid boy who arrived 25 years of his life, he realizes that all the casinos that are successful can be reset, just stop lying. To others, to himself. And he wants to go to take what is right for himself. Day after day. Step by step. Trip after trip.

The next evening I am going to take Amanda to work together and make music with her friends everywhere.

in the pub, the street, on the benches.

As she says: "Happiness."

Thanks Amanda.

And thanks to all of you, Alejandro, Ana, Mariana, Daniella, Louis, Jordi, Marilla, Fabio, Luana (and Sofia !!!).

Thanks to the simplicity that you did find me.

E 'is rare. And I must learn to cultivate it.