So...it was a beautiful week.

So different yet so exciting. The evening was so rainy, water was pouring down the streets and I was jumping through little water ponds worrying that my jeans will get wet. The next morning I wopke up with a loudly beating heart. Did need an alarm though....a silent tune...

So, well, where should I start?

Should I say that it was my best trip to the Middle East? Or, better, that it was at the end of March and it was an unexpected surprize to me. It's paradox, coz my plane took of from Madrid, but it was so cold that night in the capital of Spain, that my fancy...