Waiting for Godot ...

Like Vladimir and Estragon I sit and wait, though I have only myself to talk to. Just between autumn and winter I sit and rejoice over every snow-free day, although I know that the snow would lighten up the darkness. But it's the cold I dislike above all, andI know that snow means cold. 

The past year has been full of sunshine and warmth, and even if it has rained sometimes and been cold outside, my mind has always been in Catalonia. Where the grapes grow and ripen, and where the cava is aging in the cellars, that is where my thoughts have been. But now the journey has come to its first stop and this is where I'm now waiting ...

In order to move forward now, I must first hear from the publisher, for only then do I know how I should proceed. Hopefully this is the calm before a small storm. A storm that will bring new hours in front of the computer with a script to be changed and fixed according to the opinions of others. A storm that will take me away from the crossroad where I now find my self. In the non-specific and not yet settled, there is hope and excitement, but unlike Vladimir and Estragon, I have great hopes that the one I am waiting for will actually turn up.