Come Away with Me – Norah Jones, Coming Home – Leon Bridges, Concrete Walls – Zee Avi, Constellations – Jack Johnson… …and then… Cotton Eyed Joe. Physically painful. And…damn. I have two existences. One was honey-colored walls and sunshine spots. The other was edges and sage carpet. One was bread on the countertops, … More a zone I passed through: Nueva Esperanza
It’s been two hours, and it still hasn’t rained. There’s so much that I want to say, that I need to say, really, but, it still hasn’t rained. And so, I’m waiting. I’m waiting for a downpour. A drenching. A release.
I don’t want to write down every detail of my day, of my life. I don’t want a picture of every breakfast, every morning view. In order to remember, don’t you have to experience first? And even if your memory doesn’t have the colors of a photograph, isn’t it worth something, a lot of somethings, … More Here and Nowhere Else
It seems that I am divided by two: me and my stomach. – Irma She loves it all. And all of it loves her right back. And even when we are walking home from her sister’s house in a mini-halistorm after having eaten an I-can’t-even-tell-you-how-huge pile of (super yummy!) food, she still cracks the best … More Hada Madrina
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. – Tao De Ching I freaking suck. Sprinting across the airport at 11 at night, listening to speeches about my utter incompetence, running up a goddamn escalator with my suitcase, no one could say that I’m a traveler who is not intent … More Not a Good Traveler