Dear Logbook, one hundred and fourteenth day of a new life. My Diary, today the day like the others. I woke up early, put on the mask and continued sleeping … Then after breakfast I went for a walk in the woods. And the Medical Yoga session has arrived. After that session I met with

Dear Logbook, one hundred and thirteenth day of a new life. My Diary, as in previous days, I will summarize a little what happened today. I will start by saying that it is already dawn at 4:34 AM, which implies that in a country where there are no blinds, the body begins to wake up.

Dear Logbook, hundredth twelfth day of a new life. My Diary, today dawned sunny. It dawned a little earlier, because together with Anette we decided to make churros for everyone for breakfast. The truth that people did not disgust him. After breakfast I decided that instead of going to the gym I was going to

Dear Logbook, hundredth and eleventh day of a new life. Today my Diary has started another journey on M de Sigtuna’s boat. The week begins in Stockholm, having breakfast and after saying goodbye to my sun rays, I took the taxi that would bring me to the boat. Once on the boat, I went to

Dear Logbook, one hundred and eighth day of a new life. My Diary, another day has arrived. Today is an ugly, rainy, melancholic day. But there are three rays of sun right now coming to the port to pick me up. Those rays of sun, my Diary as you may have already intuited are Marta,

Dear Logbook, one hundred and seventh day of a new life. Today my diary I have slept even more. Which is great. Perhaps yesterday’s news that we are still in remission has helped. Otherwise today like the others adding something. After breakfast, this time it is for medical Yoga. Essentially breathing exercises associated with smooth

Dear Logbook, one hundred and sixth day of a new life. Today I have been able to sleep much more than yesterday. What is good. After breakfast I had an appointment with the psychologist. We talked for almost an hour. A great and very positive experience. After that, I was finally able to go to

Dear Logbook, one hundred and fifth day of a new life. My Diary, today was my second day at the clinic. The night was not as expected, that is, I slept little … Something that has been a common denominator to my fellow travellers. At dawn, what was the surprise, that it was all with

Dear Logbook, one hundred and fourth day of a new life. My Diary, today I have embarked on a new journey in my life. An experience that was offered and recommended to me from my beloved ship the KS. It is spending ten days in a rehabilitation clinic for cancer patients. In these 2×5 days

Dear Logbook, ninety-sixth day of a new life. My Diary, this week has been good for me. My achilles tendinitis is less and less bothersome. In general, it only bothers me a little in the morning when I get up. But I can tell you that this week I was able to go jogging for