Cake with yogur

Today it was the day 24 in Spain. As time goes on, as I am getting closer of my roots, of inside myself. I did not escape them since my departure from Saint-Etienne, on Septembre 14th. They are still well rooted in me, as all the values and principles which are mine. 

These last times, I really took less pictures. As if the environment began to be familiar. That's reassuring and disturbing at the same time. The summer weather let the place since one week to a very more troubled weather, as if Galicia was also recovering her roots. The pictures are then more classic, less flashy, maybe more real too.

The next week, I will provide my complete schedule in the College Andaina. I will recover old activities, as the support to the team at the lunch. And I will participate to the sportive awake of the youngest, who are not 6 years old yet. For the moment, they have for me the eyes of a small kitty cat innocent. And for the oldest, I stay an enigma, because my positioning is fuzzy. I'm not a pupil, but not a teacher employed like this also.