I felt like crying. The printout in my hands told me exactly what the screen was showing the past five minutes I had been staring at it. It was a dream come true, almost. Alas it had not come true, yet. Furthermore, at that moment I was not even sure how I would be able to handle it. The only thing I knew was, I had to do it. You know, there are times when a man has to do what a man has to do.

For all of you who don’t know me yet, my name is Andrés and I am running this blog. This is my story about a dream I have dared dreaming: Being part of the Summer Olympics once in my lifetime.

You might remember the line about travelling over one hundred countries and filling that passport of yours with stamps and visas which I had mentioned in my previous entry, but have you ever considered the possibility of doing that yourself? Could you imagine what it would mean in terms of cultural and life experiences to travel that many countries in a lifetime?

Well well. I have shared with you some of the stories that have contributed to create ol’ freaky me and you have had the possibility (regardless whether you did or not) to find out a bit about my life, as it is these days.

Now that you are aware of the influences of my past and the path I’m taking today there’s still one part I’ve kept hidden from you: my future. Don’t get me wrong. Neither do I believe in fortune telling nor too much in fate or destiny. I’d rather believe that we’re building our future with every step we make, with every decision we take instead of being puppets in a show: I do think we are all able to change our stars.

Talking about ‘living life at its fullest’ as well as ‘not always thinking of consequences‘ in previous entries, there’s a story I have not told you yet although it has been a month since then.