Hectic Beginnings

One word: Hectic.

3 days in Porto were enough. Or so I thought. The fact is that 3 days were not enough at all, to run all the errands that were administered, along with seeing friends, family and comrades. Insane. Time was readily spent on friends, and surely, i would not have it any other way. The only regret is that I was not able to expand time and space to accommodate all my friends. Consequence: running around non-stop trying to reconcile the irreconcilable. Lack of time, with numerous friends to see. This battle has definitely taken both a physical and mental toll as I currently am more tired than I was before departing Brussels. Not Good. 

But not all was lost. At least from the time here I got to see dear friends, sip great coffee along with the occasional political discussion at my old high-school. This actually happened today, when I popped into my old high-school to see the teachers that have molded my intellectual process to this day. Actually, thinking about it, it is thanks to those people why I am heading to Palestine. 

In less than 5 hours I will be heading to the Airport to embark on an epic journey to the Middle East. However the hassle of changing airports, changing flights before reaching the final destination will become a routine. From Porto to Madrid, Madrid to Istanbul where I will be meeting up with Johnny before we fly out to Amman. The day that awaits me is going to be long, arduous and extremely hot. Nevertheless, the a cool breeze blows through my mind whenever I ponder about meeting people that want to see, experience, feel and witness the struggle of a people. A people, that sooner or latter, that will be liberated. 

Hopefully tomorrow I will have the resources and the physical ability to post up what happened, what did not happen, what went wrong and what went extremely wrong with the flight to Amman.

Inshallah,

zeca.afonso