Blog Post 16.
It was awesome. I got to do whatever I felt like doing for about 2 days. I didn’t have to wait for anyone. I didn’t have to put anyone through hours of gluten free restaurant searching. I took many photos and hung out with many plants. I walked around parks and read during meals.
I had one concrete goal in visiting Granada: to see the Alhambra. And boy, did I see it.
Blog Post 15.
Just me for dinner, thanks!
In Granada, Spain- the capital of young couples in love by my initial reckoning- I find myself searching for dinner on a solo trip.
Blog Post 12.
My time in Morocco. This is behind schedule. Sometimes, after condensed events (like a 2.5-day, 3 city trip to a different continent) I have to digest for a bit. I have to edit and comb through my photos. I have to think about all the things.
Blog Post 11.
The Full Moon. Last night, we were treated to another full moon. Yes, that also means it is once again the best time of the year: Scorpio Season. I was running my usual route- between the Atlantic shore and Cádiz’s botanic garden- when I saw the bright and full face of our nearest cosmic neighbor.
Blog Post 7.
Yesterday I visited an unreal place. Several, actually. Our program director, who I dubbed “Queen Vicky” (we’ve taken to just calling her “Reina”), decided we needed to have a tour of the Province of Cádiz. Our day trip started here in the city of Cádiz, seat of the province, and took us to Vejer de la Frontera, Bolonia and then into the UK territory of Gibraltar.
Continue reading where the sea meets the dune meets the forest
Blog Post 6.
Freddie Mercury, Ed Sheeran, George Ezra. Just to name three of many famous musicians who have produced songs inspired by Barcelona, Cataluña’s enchanting capital city. I, myself popped up there for a weekend to see what the ruckus is about.
Let’s just say I’m drinking the Barcelona Koolaid (more like SANGRIA).
Blog Post 5.
Autumn does not exist here. As I start each morning with a run, the temperature creeps into the high 70’s F (mid-upper 20’s C). Tropical light reflects off the ocean. The leaves turn their always-green faces to the sun. This can be a very lovely routine.
And yet, this blog post is entitled “autumn doesn’t exist here” instead of “always summer” or “sunny and 75”. I’ve noticed the absence of what I now know objectively to be my favorite season. Apparently, Fall means more than butternut squash (though butternut squash is arguably one of its most important assets).
Kulani Sol 