The girl with the dark eyes.

I was at the Sanfermies festival in Pamplona last weekend. The whole event was a big whoop of celebration just for the heck of it. That is one of the things that I like about Spanish people, they know how to party!

Well the story of the festival is a long one, and may be I will post some picture here too, but the real reason for this blog post is to remember the dark haired, black eyed maiden that I ran into in Pamplona. I have seen her before somewhere, that is the only thing that I know. I have not seen here in any place that I have lived. I have either seen her on the way to somewhere in a bus/train or in another city (I think Nice, France) but I am not sure. The only thing that I know is that I have seen her before before I can not forget those haunting eyes. I saw her and I followed her just to ask her where she is from, but alas! as I turned a corner, she disappeared.

The next time I run into you, I want to get to know who you are. It feels like destiny. If you are reading this, and you know I am talking about you, get back to me. May be we can a coffee or something. Any ways, it was nice running into you again, and I hope it happens at least one more time.