Blog Post 25.
The world is full of so many good tiny things.
Category: tid bits
fonder still
Blog Post 24.
Yeah, yeah, I’m talking about distance and the heart. If you didn’t know already, for a few months I’ve been pretty far from everything that has ever been familiar to me.
Being so far has introduced to me what of those familiarities are fondest to my heart. This has proven interesting research.
i got robbed in paris
Blog Post 23.
Yep, I, an aware and attentive young woman (who clearly still has a lot to learn), was pick-pocketed a few nights ago in my favorite city (thus far) in the world. The culprit was good, too. But the strongly-built Italian man (also a victim) seated near me, was better.
It happened like this:
notes on harry styles’s self-titled album
Blog Post 22.
A year ago today I was listening to this album front to back, driving 40mph through the mountains of Oahu, HI.
Today I’m listening to it again, front to back, but I’m walking along the Spanish coast.
notes on walking in the rain
Blog Post 21.
I was walking along the coast when a fine sprinkle began to fall. This made me feel excited. The thing is, I enjoy walking in the rain, especially near the coast. Rain makes the point where the curvature of the Earth forces the sky and sea to meet- some call it the horizon- appear differently than usual.
After two minutes the sprinkle hadn’t stopped, an indication that it would instead progress into something more. As if in answer to this suspicion, the sprinkles turned to drops and the gentle sea breeze turned to a marine wind.
la acción de gracias
Blog Post 20.
Thanksgiving. In honor of Thanksgiving Day in the USA, I want to write about our little cena de gracias here in Cádiz.
The food: is it even thanksgiving if you aren’t in excruciating pain after the meal? I think not- this we accomplished, and we certainly made up for the lack of food Paris treated us to last weekend.
november 8th, 1997
Blog Post 18.
Little did we know, sweet boy, that this would be the last day of life as it had been.
Life squished sided by side, sharing everything as one being.
an open letter to madison broader
Blog Post 17.
Hi best friend,
I just want to say thanks. For everything.
Thanks for the big things. Thanks especially for the little things. You are a presence I never knew I could have in my life. A relationship I never expected, or even thought possible.
sola yo para cenar, gracias
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.
el café con leche
Blog Post 14.
The cafe au lait. Coffee with milk. The clandestine key to surviving a day (or four months) of the Spanish food schedule. The ingredients are as follows:
Kulani Sol 