Adios dos mil seis

This time last year I was living in an apartment on calle Mexico in a city that was my home on the other side of the world. I had not met Lars, nor Diego, nor Raphael. My left knee still didn't work properly and I had yet to be referred to as 'all legs' by a gentleman who saw me in my first real high heels. I had not been to Africa. I had never dived into water and I did not know the word stridulate. Now I know the sound a cicada makes and how to make mince pies. This time last year, I didn't even know I ever would.