Tag: travel
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July 2005 Step off the Metro. Blast of heat, humidity, traffic, voices. Far off, maybe the drone of surf. In, out, in, out. Slurping at shore. Cross the busy street. Flip flops slap against pavement. Thunk against sand. Pass through the skateboarding exhibition. Giant half-pipe with speakers mounted up top. Neck craned to watch leaps,…
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Blue seats. Blue sky. A few blue jerseys, but mostly the crowd is here for the home team. Royal Madrid. We file in, climb up, take our seats. Around us, a few people dig into bags of sunflower seeds or peanuts. Light up their cigarettes. Smoke drifts up in tiny clouds, like swarms of gnats…
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As I mentioned, Spain and I have a history. So on this most recent visit, I wasn’t surprised to enjoy the parks, the architecture, the food, or the street life. But what I didn’t expect was the Picasso Museum. Or rather, its particular effect on me. (Especially because I’ve been to the museum before.) The…
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Seven years ago, I was falling in love with a boy. I thought he was falling in love with me too, but then he abruptly called things off. Naturally, I was devastated. So when an opportunity for escape came up, I snatched it. Two weeks in Spain didn’t heal my broken heart, but it sure…
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Despite fireworks and festivities, the start of 2011 was bittersweet. Shortly after we rang in the New Year, Andy’s younger brother was deployed to Afghanistan with the Marines. Their family has a history of military service, but mine does not. This was my first experience worrying about a soldier overseas, and I quickly learned that…