New beginnings

Hiya!
well, talking about the Revenant (I went to watch that one just last night), the passage of time, the changes... here we are again. A lot of water is under the bridge now. This blogger's life is in a completely new space but still feels like writing every now and then. Still wondering who's this for, if it should be for anyone at all. I guess it's for me and perhaps for my kiddos one day. Perhaps this should be the approach. If along the way someone else enjoys reading it for whatever the reason, happy days! welcome.
The price to pay for so many changes from this blog's point of view is going to be the choice of language, I guess... but let's be polite and bring you up to speed. It's going to take me a few posts but even the strongest of athletes need warm-up, don't they?
I am Pablo. Same guy, just older. I live in Barcelona now. I don't work for good ol' Intel anymore. I work for Accenture now. As a consultant. Go figure... My life is now in transit and I must bring my family down south with me. So... lots of stuff to do, tons of thoughts to be had, choices bad and good all over the place and the adaptation is the name of the game.
If I had to tell you what's the most interesting thought I felt like sharing with someone, in writing... that would have to be the realization of who I have become with my trips. Myself and my family.
I am from nowhere, really. I gained a country, Ireland and to be honest, I feel half of everything. Hard to state where am I from. Not in a sentence no less in a word. I personally despise as cheesy that "I am a citizen of the World" statement. Lame. Lame. Pathetic.
So... I feel like I am..... well, me! and that "me" makes me smile, cherish it, love it...
Ireland has been really hard. I love tons of things from it, love the people and definitely feel close to them. I have spent more than a quarter of my life there! Do I romanticize the country? not a chance! But in fairness, it has become fully livable after so many years, I miss it to bits and I definitely want to remain very close to it.
I really never engaged to the level of engagement you have in your own country, I guess... I hardly remember the political parties, or how the State is organized or... all that jazz. I won't probably read too much Irish mainstream press. But I will always remember how I was one of them at work, how we struggled with kids' stuff and discussed their shenanigans with other parents, how I enjoyed the few invites of our friends there (or in America, for that matter), Eilish and Ger, Siobhan and Andrew, Shane and Maina, Mark and Rosie, Dave and Ann, Suzanne and Kevin... and the Scots, too! George and Claire (of acclaimed "Claire's bread"), Stephen and Susan... To name the ones my melted head prompts me as having had us over for dinner or lunch. And how important is to share a table! that I can't escape it's a Med thing.
Of course I'm not denying my Spanish-ness. Not at all! But I get back and I miss the simple concepts I had as my Spain. I obviously blocked my mind from all the shite the actual Spain has... and here it hits me with a vengeance.
So my conclusion is that the traveller (and please don't take this in any kind of pretentious way) is lucky to be able to build his or her own world, his or her own Country of origin. His or her self.
And that, I have found, it's a treasure worth living for. More coming soon.