January comes to an end. And I want to write about the winter break. I travelled to Spain (I am from there) and I stayed for a month. I was at my father’s house most of the time. I was born in that house nearly thirty years ago. I can’t believe I’m about to turn 30. My father lives in Madrid and my mother in a place called Cabo de Palos. Madrid, -which means «place between waters»-, is located at the center of the country, whereas the latter is on the southeastern coast. The above photograph was taken there, in Cabo de Palos. I went for a walk and saw the flowers. Cabo de Palos is a summer town that acts strangely during the winter. Summer towns are creepy in winter. I never liked the place anyway, and never understood why my mother moved there a couple of years ago, forcing me to call the place «home». I no longer live in Spain but I need to know where to return and the place I’m returning wombwise is this boring town made for the summer. These flowers that you now see were blooming, their color and smell appeared and made me stop.