After the Steem Fest finished I had two options, well, maybe three: Going back to Moscow where my lovely Russian girls were waiting for me to meet them (yeah right), going to Romania with Guyfawkes4-20 and Celestal, or going to Spain with Zlatan-spielberg.
I ended up doing none of them. I decided to stay in Krakow, Poland for a few more days. Why? I'm not sure and I don't think I'll find out even if I try solving the puzzle in my head. I just felt like doing it and since following my instinct and going with the flow has always worked out for me, I just stayed in Poland.
I knew that eventually I would have to go to Mexico because I have my US Visa appointment in a few days and also because, you know, Christmas and all that normal people stuff. But I wasn't ready to leave Poland. I didn't feel prepared to say good bye to the chilly weather and the memories from people walking down the street wearing an orange scarf and speaking in weird english accents. I felt nowhere near willing to turn my back to a city that, despite a few bad situations I experienced, managed to hypnotize me.
So I stayed. Without reasons and with no real plans, I told the cute girl in the hostel's front desk that I was staying one more week.
Despite all my traveling, I had never seen snow before that one time in Moscow three weeks ago. Something told me it would snow in Krakow soon, and I wanted to stay and experience it.
I spent my days in Krakow alone, but not lonely. See that's one of the first things you learn when traveling solo: you learn how to be with yourself, to enjoy your own company, to be your best friend. You actually enjoy being alone and you cherish those moments and, when you are with people who are not good enough, you realize you would rather be alone.
I guess it was a reaction to all those days surrounded by people. Perhaps my brain and body told me hey, time for some Eric time. I don't know.
One thing I know is that I really enjoyed walking the streets of Krakow by myself. Working on my Steem projects during the morning, flirting with the hostel receptionist in the evening and walking by myself during the nights. I'm not kidding, I even had some weird warm wine with her one evening - she made it -, I have the feeling it's a pretty simple name but I just can't remember the drink's name.
The days passed and I was very happy in my loneliness. I even thought of cancelling my flight to Mexico but my responsible side won the battle. After all, the 
It's funny. I didn't have a single drop of booze - apart from that wine that night - during the whole week. I'm a heavy drinker but just when I'm surrounded by people I care about and I want to have a blast with. Yeah, that's my story for why I had so many beers during the fest and I'm sticking to it.
No but seriously, I think I made some very good friends two weeks ago in Krakow. Maybe friends I won't ever see again but still, friends that you will always remember with a smile on your face, that kind of people that you will always cherish that bond, that link you made with them, those guys and gals that you just clicked with, and no matter what happens, that click will never go away.
I am in Mexico now and I'm not liking it. It's not that I don't like being back home with my family and my dogs, it's just that I would rather be somewhere else, I'd prefer being back in Krakow, surrounded by all that mess, the crazy people, the joyful smiles, the loud laughs and the constant conversations.
I can't complain, I'm not having a bad time, is actually not bad at all.
I'm having a beer and smoking a cigarette in my dad's garden with Denzel, the Belgian Shepherd and Fiona, the great Danish and still, I keep wishing I was somewhere else.
By the way, despite the tone of my post, no I'm not sad not deppressed nor being negative, even if I sound like that, I just went through the freewrite and let my deep thoughts get out, I hope you enjoyed reading this piece :)