My dear old friend – Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine

My dear old friend – Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine

Due to a knee injury, I didn’t do sports for three straight days.
Three days may not sound much, but to me, that’s awkward as f*#$ as I do Sports usually 5 to 6 times a week.

Two things I experienced:
First: I again noticed that walking is a gift.
(One year ago I walked on crutches, if interested you can read my text “Walking is a gift” tomorrow.)

Secondly: I had 2 hours that I could spend otherwise than doing sports.
I chose to invest this time in refreshing relationships with my people that live far from me. I skyped with my dad, I talked one hour with my mom, spoke several times via phone with my dear old friend Adri, and finally again enjoyed an hour of WhatsApp call with my dear old friend Johannes.


It’s crazy. You know something that will make you happy, but you don’t do it. Talking with Johannes is such a thing. I know that I will laugh a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot and even more.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. – Lord Byron
I feel that Johannes and I are old friends. Technically, we just know each other for more than a year. But for three months, we saw each other every day, spoke about anything, and laughed a lot.
I showed him ideas I picked up through reading; he gave me tricks to cook.
He taught me Spanish; I taught him some German. I cooked pasta with tomato sauce; he cooked Arepas, which turned into my favorite food.
Together, we drank a lot of Cuba Libre, partied a lot, if not at a club, then at his or my place. (We used to live in the same student residence. Yesterday, during our call we showed each other our new cribs. We both upgraded a lot compared to our 17 square Meter apartments.)
During walks through Barcelona, enjoying the sun at the beach or smoking shisha, we had many valuable conversations.
December 23.12.2016, he went back home to continue his studies.
I am still in Barcelona.
This year, however, we saw each other three times in three different countries where we spent short trips that were not planned much. At some, we saw each other just one day, but I tell you, one day with the right person, one day with a dear old friend will make memories that last your lifetime.
Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends. – H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
P.s: Johannes.
I missed talking to you so much, and as we are just a few clicks away, we should talk more often and speak soon again.
Can’t wait to share an entire day with you mi pana, mi broder, my dear old friend.

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