footprints after a rainy week

Once upon a rainy day... that is how the story has started every single day this week. For over 4 months we basically had no rain at all and now that is all we have. It's muddy and wet and nothing is as fun anymore. Downtown is flooding and so is our little backyard where I'm supposed to dry our clothes without a dryer. I was wondering if my love for Mexico had to do with the fact that we were accompanied by the sun and the warmth so loyally. Now I know the answer. 

All of a sudden Montreal is starting to feel more and more appealing. I keep on fantasizing about our bathtub in Montreal, let's say I even have "wet dreams" about spreading bath salt in the hot water and then dipping in with a glass of wine in my hand.

"a woman is like tea a bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water" 

"Eleanor Roosevelt"

This quote has nothing much to do with my point but I just found it funny. Here we have a very poor shower stream and the water coming out is cold. It's okay when it's 30 degrees celsius outside but it's less fun when it drops below 20.
But this is by no means anything else than a spoiled woman's complaints. 
Enough about the weather ... what is way more sad is the fact that I lost my dear friend, who I could sip sparkling wine with and complain if complaining was needed. Now I just sit here like an abandoned shoe with nobody but myself to talk to.

This is the sad thing with good female friends, they come closer and understand you more than men ever will and when you separate, there is nothing but sadness and the memory of the great times behind you. Yes, you are of course grateful for the lovely time you had together but none the less you feel kinda empty inside.  We knew our friendship would come to a separation but unfortunately it came sooner than expected. Something to get use to apparently when doing contract work like this. We got to know each other more intensely than one would in normal circumstances and therefore the separation feels way worse than it normally would feel if I only would had known somebody for a few months. Yesterday I went downtown and had a coffee all alone, sat there staring on the walls on my own and then I slowly walked back home on my own. It wasn't raining however but the sun was hiding in the clouds.

Queretaro is still a beautiful city but it is much brighter when the sun is shining and more fun when my friend was around.

As they say ... Many people will walk in and out of your life but only the ones that matter will leave footprints in your heart. I don't let people close very easily and therefore the ones who do come close, leave very deep prints in my heart. My friend's beautifully nail polished feet certainly made deep traces and next to hers are somewhat messier ones of her fluffy haired son ...