see you... good bye?

The good news: I'm going on holidays, I'm leaving London for the Moroccan seaside!

The bad news: I'm not gonna post for the whole length of my vacation. I need a total rest, to leave behind anything which reminds me of London and the English language. Now it's time for French, Arabic and for beautiful Moroccans. So for the whole month of August you will have to live without my every-other-day-post. Don't cry yet, the worst is still to come. Keep reading because what follows is devastating...

The devastating bad news: I might never come back; I mean, I’m coming back to London in September of course (unless I find a beautiful Moroccan-male who wants to marry me, certainly a possibility which is always worth considering). Where I may not come back ever again is to our beloved blog, Inglesia. Yes, my dear readers, because:

>>I'm tired<<

I’m tired of a lot of effort and very little compensation. In order to understand me, all you have to do is to go back to the beginning. Inglesia was conceived as a tool to achive journalistic stardom. However, after more than four months of great dedication and effort, neither El País, nor Le Monde, nor The Guardian has contacted me so far to hand a succulent deal. All I've gotten out of this business is an average of 3 visitors a day, who, to make things worse, didn't even leave a paltry comment after reading the posts (you've guessed it, yes, I'm actually blaming you at this point).

But, to tell you the truth, writing the blog in itself wasn't that tiring. Most of the time, writing posts was entertaining and challenging. It has also made me improve my written English, and I've broadened my knowledge about hot topics like plastic surgery or sadomasochistic porn. What I couldn’t stand was having to promote it on the internet. I soon discovered that reaching a good position on Google required an effort which I wasn’t willing to make, and an amount of time which wasn't at my disposal.

But I’m not going to get into any more details. After all, perhaps this is just a “see you soon” instead of a “good bye”. In Fact, what might happen in the end is, to a degree, in your hands. If your messages of grief and despair are numerous enough I don’t think I will be able to find it in my heart to refuse.

And finally, to make this farewell feel less bitter, we'll finish on a musical note. A beautiful song with Arabic themes which I came across yesterday on Youtube.

I’d especially like to dedicate it to my dear average-3-visitors-a-day, I love you guys!