We anyway had some good times there, meeting up old friends and partying with some new fellows.
Then one day my mother said - "But it is so nice you are feeling this way. Imagine if you weren't that depressed, then nothing will rush you to change and move on." True. One should listen to his mother for mothers are to be listened to.
I kissed Piero and said - You know what, darling, let's get out of here.
We decided Cuenca almost blindly. Never ever heard of its existence, we just saw some nice photos of the colonial historical center and bought a bus ticket less than 8 dollars for more than 8 houred trip. And we entered in a fairy-tale.