My favourite candy

When I was a child, I swam in a club called CNP (Club Natació Poblenou).

I did it with my friends and although we competed, we enjoy it. 

The best part of the swimimg practice was the ending. My mum and Mariona's 

mum always waited for us in the bar in front of the swimmingpool. When we arrived to them, we praied for 50 cents. Now  it seems really stupid to pray for just 50 cents, but it those times, for us they were vital. We needed them to buy our favourite candy. 

Once we obtained the 50 cents we when running to the tobacconist that was also a candy shop. There, we bougth our candy. It had a name, Megatorcida, but we never called it for its name, we ordered it as the pink strip. It was a pink strip that inside has a white strip. It was more that delicious. It was like our reward for the effor we did in the swimmingpool. This became like a tradition for us but one year, noone knows why, the tabacconist close so, there was a time when we didn't eat pinks strips :( 

But, thanks God, we found them again in another candy shop, and the tradition started again. 

Now a days, neither Mariona or me swim but we still eat this candy. Not every day or every week just in special ocations or when we want to rememorate good times. 

My First Memory

I can't talk about my chilhood without mentioning the chocolate milkshake: CACAOLAT. It was and its now a very common milkshake for children but for my it wasn't only a common drink, it was THE MILKSHAKE.


It was my favourite drink and a kind of drug for years and I remember that every single morning of school days my mum wokes me up at 8 o'oclock and brougth me a Cacaolat. I don't like waking up early now and I didn't like it before so, for my the mornings were the most difficult part of the day. But, knowing that there was a Cacaolat waiting for me in the nigthtable was a kind of help and a motivation.  Drinking this milkshake in the moorning was like the element I needed to say Goodmoornig!! So, when cacaolat was missing in my moornings you can imagine that  what happened was worts that horrible. I screamed to me mum: If there isn't Cacaolat I don't go tot school!! I didn't said it as a joke, I was really serious about it. Because of that, my mum  brought me Colacao (milk with cacao) but for my it wasn't hte same. If i wasn't Cacaolat it wasn't good. Or Cacaolat or anything. It was like life or die. 


Thanks Good, all this sort of crazy for the Cacaolat thing passed and rigth now i'm not so obsecionated with it. I like it but I drink it few times. Now I laugth about this and more that I think about it more I value the patience that my mum had with me. She was really a Saint! 

My idea of beauty

It's difficult to thing about just one thing that is more beautiful than everthing else, but for my the idea of beauty is  represented on the Wadi Rum Desert in Jordan.

Two years ago I went there and what I saw was simple but at the same time extreamly magical. It's a bite hard for me to describe how you feel when you are there. It's like nobody else there. Like the desert and you. Just a lot of sand and hugh rocks around you without any flat or any hotel that can ruin the view. Everything is so pure and natural that the sensation of freedom invides you and make you do things you never thougth you would do.  You migth thing that the highs temperatures of the desert disturb you or make you feel uncorfortable but the point is that later it is,  better you feel and that looking at the sunset is a pleasure you musn't lose and that you never forget. 

The desert gives you time to think and relax. To forget and to imagine. And it's for this that my theory is that you need to be somewhere to me alone, to think, to express your feelings and to be yourself. And I recomend you to find this place. Not necessary a desert, just a privat place to be yourself.