A Few Fuck-Yous…


...Brought to you by international air and train travel. 1. Fuck you for wearing your skunk perfume on a plane (also on the train...I'm looking at you, passengers of renfe who showered in old man cologne). I'm glad you're making an effort to smell good but we're all hurtling through the sky in a coke... Continue Reading →

Chapter 2: In Which Everything is Overwelming and I Lose My Mind But in a Good Way


Y'all, I'm tiiiiiired. Or at least I was a few days ago. My jet lag set in after 5 days, which was later than I'd expected. It sucks. I think it's gone now, as I've been here for 8 days and my sleep schedule is finally back to normal. I'll tell you this for free,... Continue Reading →

holaaaaaa


Here I am, sitting in the dining room of a small Spanish grandmother, looking at a silver plaque of "La Ultima Cena de Jesus" (The Last Supper) whilst a cool breeze blows across my shoulders. It's bright out -- surprisingly less humid than the past four days -- and I can hear the neighbors chatting... Continue Reading →

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