Thanks for everything, Miss E.

If you want to make me happy, give me pork meat, potato, and beer (I would say Gin, but since I’m in Portugal, Vinho Verde is my thing). That sounds Bavarian, but my friends didn’t allow me to have fries because it was not Bavarian.

After going to Dachau, E and I returned to Munich to meet Valentin and Lena. The Germans I met in Malta gathered again to show me a piece of Germany. It was a cheerful reunion; Valentin lived there and told us to meet in a mall. He had a surprise for us, a show of Capoeira. He showed us his exceptional skills in this art and shared his team’s performance with us. It was a fantastic way to continue this Saturday afternoon.

No fries, Sebastian. We are in Bavaria

I was starving, and Valentin told me to have a Leberkäse; we entered a butcher shop where he asked for that, brought me a mustard sandwich, and advised me to grab a beer from the fridge. I’ve never seen those brands of beer. He explained that those beers are so good they don’t need advertising. Clever words.

After a quick shopping of Bavarian products in a supermarket, we kept walking and paused in a garden close to the English gardens to have some beers; I was in another world, fascinated and happy to share again with these lovely people. Then we arrived at the Chinese beer garden in the English Gardens.

I loved the whole place; I was like a kid in a candy shop. Munich could be my place, but yeah, one thing is to visit a site and another to live there; we’ll see if Life gives me the chance to live there.

So, now I can’t recall precisely the things we bought. A pretzel, a dip, and some cheese, Schweinshaxe, some olives, and, of course, beer. For my taste, all we were eating fit perfectly with some fries and currywurst. According to them, I was wrong, and yeah, of course, I was because when you visit a place, you have to adapt, not the other way around. I realized my heart’s big since I have enough space to treasure all these beautiful moments there.

It is time to say goodbye.

Some people told me you experience this kind of connection once or twice in your life, Evelyn was the first, and I will always feel grateful to have the chance to collide with her on this path. Thanks to her, I opened my heart again and could experience love like I had never before. Although I haven’t found “the one” yet, this experience guided me in my process to understand what love truly is and to know better what I want and deserve, and that it is not crazy to think that there is someone, somewhere, for me.

I always like to tell people about their impact on my life, especially when it is good. People tend to speak out about the wrong things, and we should do it the other way around; we are not our failures, and it is nice to know when you enlighten someone else’s path. She already knows everything she needs to. But this post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t say that once again.

We spent Sunday morning walking as we liked. I was so surprised that there almost everything closes on Sunday. At first, I didn’t like it because, in America, you can get anything every day, but then I understood that European people work to live. I loved that because Americans (Not just the USA but North, Central, and South America) are the other way around; people seem to live to work. We went to a museum gift shop (Even that museum was closed on a Sunday, a day that families could have enough time to go, but yeah. I don’t make the rules) and then looked for a place to grab a beer.

After finally buying a couple of beers, we sat in a park. We had a deep chat about my love story, some of the issues I worked on in my therapy, and how I awoke and worked to transform many things I had to heal, others I was, but I wouldn’t say I liked it, and how thankful I was with her.

We cried because it feels unfair to find someone who makes your heart bump with pure joy and have to let her go. It is hard to swallow that your paths crossed, but just for this tiny spot in time, you must return to a place you don’t want to go back. In the end, to accept that things are perfect the way they are, and we just were meant to meet at this point to show each other some things we need to keep going on our ways.

Life is so beautiful; these kinds of moments let you feel a wide range of emotions, feeling like you are a guitar and the other soul, or the life itself plays beautiful notes with your cords, some cheerful, some melancholic, some sad, but all of them incredibly beautiful.

Not already over. Malta is waiting for me

I still had one more month ahead in Malta. I was improving my English, I had no drone, summer was up, I had new friends and many activities to share with them, places to visit, and experiences to go through. I will never forget Malta as the place where my heart started to work again and my hopes and dreams rose.

The next destination was Italy. Amalfi cost.

Read: “My first week in Malta”