Birthday

For my 18th birthday, that was january 26, I was in three airports: the first in Perú, the second in México an the tgirth one in Cuba. It would be my second time there so we,my aunt and my cousins, already met big part of La Habanna and we dedicated to travel to farther places that we still hadn´t visited.

In my years before I´ve never expected that I would be celebrating my 18th birthday in an airport, don´t get me wrong, I almost knew I would be at least in another city because I´m too shy to make parties and invite people to my house and I needed a good excuse to make my parents abandon that idea of me being sociable.

Anyways, even if my plan wen´t well and I didn´t have to make a party, it wasn´t that good. 

Everyone thinks that travel is wonderful and I would be more grateful about it,but taking airplanes and stay in the airport waiting to be attended is very exsausting, boring, and stressful. By the end of my birthday I had to comfort myself thinking about what i was gong to do the next day because no one was in the mood to celebrate in a disco that I was already "legal" to enter there. 

Then I just conviced myself that these would be the best vacations ever and that every day would be my birthday even if I thought I would be the protagonist of this trip. 

I like to think that I´m a very creative person and I got a lot of imagination,so every time I felt sad on that trip I remembered that not every one spends his birthday in three countries (Perú, México and Cuba) and certainly not every one have the power to feel themselfs as the "star of the show" even if they don´t have public.

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