An English Journey

No human being is perfect. I wonder what it was about my upbringing that made my mind restless and inquiring . I can ill afford slackness , except for catnaps (or as we say in Spain siestas), which as a general rule, I enjoy day in day out. I have a marked tendency to oversleep . It must be something deeply ingrained in my idiosyncrasy as three alarm clocks are not enough to wake me up in the morning.  I also have to openly confess that I do not believe in God, at least, not yet. My wife is always telling me that I cannot answer a simple question if it does not start with the word no. Am I a negative person? Or even worse, am I the type of person who never looks on the bright side (aka a pessimistic)? No, I do not personally think so.  Having strong, subjective or even dissenting opinions does not abolish the right to articulate my own ideas or beliefs. It is widely known as freedom of speech. I can understand that brief silence could sometimes be a be...

Saturday morning. By the blazing sunshine invading my bedroom through every little hole in the curtains, I guess it may be around ten in the morning. Luckily, oversleeping is not going to cause me any inconvenience . It’s weekend, indeed, a long weekend as next Monday is a local bank holiday . - 'Honey, honey!' I shout to grab Marta’s attention . The door bursts open as she appears. Her radiant smile and the sparkle in her blue eyes , signs of a woman still deep in love . - 'What do you want for breakfast?' she asks almost whispering . I wonder how well she is able to read my mind . Only a raised eyebrow and a freshly squeezed orange juice with a toast is waiting for me in the kitchen. As I prepare myself to get out of bed, a terrible pain freezes me, I’m unable to make the slightest movement. A pain in the neck which is a far cry from those I find at work, pernickety individuals incapable of seeing the wood from the trees . ...