Good byes are painful ......

..... the bus went along the roads I knew so well, around 'Ovalo Papa', passing the other Ovalo, which I can not name and the statue of Ghandi .... along more roads which were so familiar.
For such along time I had lived in Trujillo and the streets are not always nice or not even safe, but last night it all felt so beautiful.
I had to say Good bye to the poeple I really learned to love with all my heart. All the important people were at the bus station to wish me 'fare well' - Monica, Mamí Domi, Pilar, Antonio, Jhonny, Karin and Valeria. With tears in my eyes I sat in the bus thinking about for how long I will not see them or if I ever see them again.
The last days in Trujillo were so nice again for me. I was a part of the family totally integrated, trying to help where I could, just doing what they do. Sitting here in lonley big Lima in the interent Café I miss them even more, because they are still close and yet unreachable.
I have so many little memories of my time, but I think first they will make me really sad, before it becomes a nice memory.
I wish I could say in Castellaño what I feel, but I think no language can express the feeling of having to part from people you love and knowing it might be a parting forever.

Muchas cariños de Inés