how can you possibly forget something that means the world to you? And by not being somebody it clearly has some advantages... I'm talking about windsurfing. It seems as if during the past months, this crazy year down south I havn't had time to long for the water, the wind, the waves. But now I'm sitting here back home and my whole body's sore from yesterdays action and it makes me incredibly happy to have rediscovered my passion. I was working here on my computer when I got picked up by a friend and we went directly down to the lake...have a look around, greet the people, get ya stuff ready, put the wetsuit on (still have no shoes and only short sleeves...kinda chilly!) and off you go. This summer's gonna be great...work and surf. (that kinda sounds like last year...but it's gonna be all diffrent I think...)
This was the only thing I allowed myself to do, I'm studying n working and I'm kinda far away from the real world...but this hype's gonna be over in about a month....and it's gonna keep on raining in Lugano...so no need to create spare time :)