DAY 26: Sunday

When I woke up in the morning after less than 6 hours sleeping and felt the strength of the sun threw the window, I ran outside with my bikini, my towel and the 6FPS oil I found I my new bedroom and laid in the sun. I felt asleep until 11:30.

Simone had seen my dead body in the garden and had prepared my coffee and a slice of Panettone. We had breakfast together; Monica woke up later. Simone already calls me “momy”: I showed him the salmon, sausages and salad I had cooked the previous days and admitted I enjoyed cleaning my new house. Maybe this is why.

I went to Covent Garden to meet Matthaios, the Greek guy from the Den, for a beer: the beer was a bad idea for my painful stomach. As well, seeing Matthaios was a desperate alternative to forget that Graziano had not called me since the night in Green Park and would not deign to answer my last message: “Give news please.”

On the other side, the atmosphere on the pedestrian road at the way out of Covent Garden Station was very pleasant on this Sunday afternoon. Before Matthaios arrived, I walked around Covent Garden Market, which is not interesting by the way – expensive and ugly things.

I was wandering around, not yet awaken, when a guy jumped in front of me. He first informed me he was random, then explained he had seen me and had to tell me how beautiful I was and he bombarded my sleeping brain with questions. He is Rob and he is British. He is nice but seemed very stressful to me.

Graziano answered. I don’t know what to think.

I had Ena on Skype five minutes! I had not heard this sweet voice for more than one month! Toda la suerte a Ena en Panama. J

Waseem, if he really is Indian, will be the last proof of my hypothesis: Indian guys are abusively crazy. I received over than 10 messages from him tonight.

A smile makes us look younger, while prayers make us feel stronger and friends? They make us enjoy life forever.

God sprinkles tiny but wonderful seeds of blessings on earth each day... And I just caught one that’s so nice and true... It’s you.

Never explain urself to anyone bcz the person who likes U doesn’t need it and the person who dislikes U would not believe it.