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Existe una pagina de Internet que se llama, en ella uno tiene la opcion de que cada vez que aparezca una buena oferta en el precio de un vuelo a un destino determinado te envien un correo electronico informandote de esta ella.

Hoy me llego uno con destino Medellin, la ciudad donde estan la mayoria de mis afectos. La oferta es un poco mas baja de lo normal, pero tampoco un regalo, y ademas el vuelo para este mismo mes, asi que ni modo ya tengo un viaje programado y pagado para San Francisco, pero la pregunta de Cuando? Cuando viajar a visitar a mis seres queridos? me surgio nuevamente.

Aunque ahora es una no muy calida primavera, todo cambiara y muy pronto Portland sera una ciudad calida y soleada (gracias a Dios estoy JARTA del frio!) y viajar por estas epocas no tiene sentido. Es mas logico y practico huir de el frio que huir del calor, mas cuando se viene de tierras tropicales, y pienso que ir a vistar a mi familia y amigos tiene mas logica y sentido en Diciembre o Febrero 2011, cuando este cansada nuevamente de el frio. Logica si, y mucha mas si se mira con la billetera, pero es una fecha tan lejana, tan en el aire, que no combina bien con mi personaidad....

Alegre o tristemente no soy solo yo la unica que se pregunta cuando?, son tambien el barrigon de mi papa, la hermosa de mi mama, el cabezon del Tin y hasta, sorpresivamente, el negro del Tiago, quines se preguntan y me preguntan Cuando? Son mis amig@s los parrander@s y los trabajadores, mis familiares cercanos y lejanos, y hasta mi ex jefe los que me preguntan Cuando? y ahhhh este Cuando me tiene cabezona... la tierrita me llama y algunas veces a gritos insoportables, pero hasta que tenga una respuesta, tocara aguantarselos y seguir con esa incongnita en el aire....


  1. ...y para el 2011 ... cuando???... se pregunta Diana...


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