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This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

For whatever reason, it didn’t occur to me when wandering my way onto the ferry from my sleepy Spanish surf town that when I wandered off things would be much different. So landing in Tangier, Morocco, was a bit of an assault on my world. Port cities are never really great (Belfast), and Tangier appeared to be no exception, although it grew on me in the fleeting moments of my time there. Continue reading This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

I guess people are just cropping out all the sadness

I flew into Portland for a little vacation on my way to Seattle this time to see if it lived up to the show’s hype, and it more or less did. Hipster, but not as comically so of course. But it’s the land of craft beers and not real jobs and tattoos, as far as I can tell. Continue reading I guess people are just cropping out all the sadness

Ten cuidado con el fuego (It’ll burn you!)

My lack of updates is due to normal life setting in. Most days I’m pretty sure I’d trade the beautiful backdrop for a reasonable Internet connection, but I’d like to be at the point where I wouldn’t make that trade, but it’s difficult to get there with a bad connection. Vicious cycle, right? Continue reading Ten cuidado con el fuego (It’ll burn you!)

Wherever he saw a hole he always wanted to know the depth of it. To him this was important.

Saturday we were super productive.  Ran all kinds of errands, switched hostels, I bought some shoes, signed up for a hike, went grocery shopping for said hike, walked around the city, and then ended it relaxing in hammocks with cold drinks.

I prefer León to Granada.  Less touristy, but still had the city feel and was easy to walk around.  Lots of small shops, restaurants, and some cool Spanish architecture throughout the city (not as well-maintained as Granada though). Continue reading Wherever he saw a hole he always wanted to know the depth of it. To him this was important.