Baaa, baaa black…goat

I’m a black goat. Not a black sheep. Sheep are boring, always mindlessly following each other. Goats, on the other hand, they’ve got attitude. They chew things out, trample everything under their hooves and get to the most uncanny places through will power alone. But if there’s one thing they don’t like is being provoked. Because that’s when they get frightened. And no, my horned alter ego isn’t frightened about what others might think. What frightens me the most is getting bored or wasting my time with stupidities.

So, please, step out of my grass! Don’t pull my tail or try to pet me. Don’t insist on making fun of my crazy ways. And don’t ever label me! Otherwise I’ll just have to polish my horns on you!

True banalities

Am I lazy or what? I haven’t updated this in a million years. Not that my life has been uneventful: I finally finished university, got accepted into a masters program and am currently living in Denmark. But I honestly don’t regard this as the highlight of the year. To me what was truly amazing is that amidst all the craziness of graduating, finding a new place to live (or several of that, in my case) coping with all sorts of dramatic changes in our lives and being thousands of kilometers apart from each other we actually managed to have our famed Mexican reunion. Every time I feel blue I log on to Facebook and look at the pictures from this summer: the happiness radiating from them is so strong that I instantly forget about Danish bureaucracy or boring essays on trans-globalism. Chit chatting and making conquest plans with Pauly and Magda, meeting and giving our seal of approval to Zach, tearing up the dance floor with Kike, climbing pyramids with Adrian and pretending to be athletic with

Alberto and Miguel (cenotes anyone?) might seem like the most typical things ever. To me they’re just proof that life’s cool as long as you have friends you love and who love you back. And that you should never forget to make a wish on New Year’s Eve- it might just come true.