Slow Travel: Fighting Bulls in Navarre
Essay When you stand in front of a bull and incite it to charge, with nothing more than a flannel cape in hand, the first thing you notice is the animal’s speed… As in, it’s extremely fast. The...
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A Place Where I Belong
Poem I almost always find myself at the little pink house on Rue Saint-Vincent on the Butte Montmartre. I go there to see Amala Landré sing Edith Piaf songs and to see them...
The Red Butterfly, Part Nine – Go, Dog!
Short Story We were silent as we walked, the only sounds coming from roving packs of wild dogs who first sniveled and begged at us, then growled when food was not forthcoming. “Vete perro,...
Suit of Light
Poem There was that time I saw El Cordobéz in the city of Leganes, sharing the bill with Padilla and Encabo. El Cordobéz was in his golden traje de luces. Still impetuous, disdainful,...
Barcelona – Part Two
Travel Story continued from part one Sleeping a dramatic situation off makes all the difference in the world. Sometimes bad things happen. Some days suck. But tomorrow is a new day with new...
Barcelona – Part One
Barcelona Travel Stories Barcelona: land of tapas, sangria, Gaudi, and magic! What else can one say about the crown jewel of the Mediterranean? Our first few days in BCN were pretty amazeballs. I...
Barcelona: Matriarch
Barcelona opens its arms and you suck it all in. The music in the bars is the only English you’ll hear: A familiar sound is the espresso poured alongside beers. Pounding sangria at every...
The Red Butterfly, Part Twenty One – The Gray Gelding
My head hurt, my back hurt, my vision clouded by a thousand flashing lights like a constellation invading in broad daylight. I slumped to the ground and sat there among the dirt and the...
