A playlist of my favorite romantic, melancholy driving songs.
When the inside of the house could be the outside
Reminiscing on visiting Casa Vicens in Barcelona.
Those still living should bring umbrellas
Last October, a journalist in Malta was killed by car bomb. Last December, I went to Malta and took too many selfies. Oh, and did you hear about this election?
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall
I distinctly remember connecting to this line in The Great Gatsby, but it's really just an excuse for the basic af fall photos. Don't worry, no pumpkin spice lattes.
Romantic Ramblings: Parque Nacional da Pena
The low-hanging fog had other plans. Instead of gorgeous, sun-saturated bright hues, there was a white haze and constant drizzle that made it impossible to get an 'Gram-worthy shots, but instead made the whole place feel like a magical forest of mystery and wonder.
Romantic Ramblings: Parc del Laberint d’Horta
“Ser uno mismo es, siempre, llegar a ser ese otro que somos y que llevamos escondido en nuestro interior, más que nada como promesa o posibilidad de ser.”
Surrealist Swedish Summer
When summer vacation feels like a dream you read about in a poem.
Wrocław Street Art: Nadodrze
How to find murals in Wrocław's hippest neighborhood, with a bit of a social justice rant, because of course, don't you know who I am?
Summer sun in Stockholm
Today I was up just after the sun, trudging through my going-away party hangover to spend the whole day in airplanes and airports, in a state somewhere between sleeping and awake. I got to Stockholm around 6 p.m., ate dinner, then went out to meet a friend. I left a bar on the South Islands …
The space between reality and dreams
May 1 in Poland is Labor Day, a vestige from Communism that people don't want to give up just yet, and May 3 is Constitution Day, so I decided to take my extra two days to visit Łódź, the city where my grandmother is from, and Kalisz, the town where my grandfather was from. I …