Dropped the ball on blogging in Europe. What can I tell you? Blogging takes a backseat once you’ve reached the pearly gates. Got a word-vomit post about my infatuation with a brunette in Barcelona and that’s it. Absurd. This does not do my time in Europe justice! Nonsense! To my diehard fans (mom), I’m sorry. Continue reading “dinner is served”
You love this city. When you step off the plane your feet mold to the ground and you can feel it; this is the kind of place you think of when you say let’s get away. Continue reading “barcelona”
A few of my favorites from This Is How You Lose Her:
That’s the most we can hope for. Nothing thrown, nothing said that we might remember for years. You watch me while you put a brush through your hair. Each strand that breaks is as long as my arm. You don’t want to let go, but don’t want to get hurt either. It’s not a great place to be but what can I tell you?
Stepping off the plane into Granada, Spain marked the end of trimester two for us. The past month in India was somethin’ else. The sort of chaos you think only exists in the movies (speaking of movies, have you ever seen a Bollywood film? That’s an experience). You start to miss things you never thought you would, like seatbelts and the smell before rain. Continue reading “a tribute to southeast asia”