Photo: Mahendra, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Red, yellow, blue — houses by the edge of the northern seaI flip through my notes from ages agoships, mast to mastcourtyards with stairs and lanternsclay noses in a sculpture museumDegas, with his fondness for plump...
Photo: Vincents productions, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Six years ago in a study abroad dorm in Copenhagen I held a tub of peanut butter between my hands while Carissa peeled an apple beside me, we giggled like we were back in the fourth grade. Dipping the...
Photo: Nietanigal, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons The green gates of Velintonia had greeted me many summers before, lying just out of reach behind a crop of overgrown branches. I peered through the bars and noticed with relief that the “For Sale” sign was finally...
Photo: C messier via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.o O lovely red mullet, Anna said to the fish as Vassilis of the scraggly eyebrows in the agora, Chaniá’s covered market, held it up for her to inspect, cleaned and ready to wrap in paper once she agreed on...
Photo: Ibai1984 via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.0 We’re hiking 25km uphill in a downpour and Mom’s in a mood. Day three on the Camino. No matter what sort of scale the map shows for our route, the reality of the elements doesn’t hit us until it really hits...
Photo: Barcex via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 On the night I turned twenty-one, I was studying abroad in Segovia to conquer Spanish, once and for all, and I was walking back from the Plaza Mayor to my flat, a half-mile away, or a kilometer, whatever that...
