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So my baby left, and now I'm sitting here all alone. We went out every night, it was nice to have him here and to share my culture and city with him. I found out just how lucky I am to have him.

One day I asked him to go to my mom's house for me to pick up my charger for my cell that I left there. I came back from work, and he wasn't home, I got so worried, but 30 minutes later he walked through the door, I asked him where he was and he told me that he WALKED to my mom's house! I LIVE IN MANHATTAN AND MY MOM LIVES IN BROOKLYN! I couldn't believe it! What an angel I have! What a guy! He didn't have dollars, so he looked on line, got directions and spent about 2 hours walking each way, JODER!

Also, every morning at 7am he woke up with me to make me breakfast, then when I left for work he went back to sleep. Shit. crazy. Why was he so good to me? I AM mean! Why do guys like mean girls? Well, I'm not THAT mean, but I have my bitchy moments...


Anyway... NYC, back to "normal" for me. That means back to training for a race, staying home a bit more and concentrating more on my friends, sorry I've been neglecting ya'll!!! BUT it was a unique opportunity for me to spend time with him in MY country, with MY family, and in MY space... nice change. Crazy having a relationship in my second language with someone that doesn't share my culture, I think I prefer it actually. That only thing is, one of us will always be the foreigner, which might not be so bad, but could be.

OK, I'm going off on a rant now. I'll stop. I have tons and tons of pictures too. <3