Here in Madrid, everyone is an artist. My neighbor makes candles and the entire building smells like hot wax during the afternoons while she blasts led zeppelin and basically rocks at being a badass single mom of three small children. At least, that´s what I´ve been able to cobble together through our informal, open-window exchanges. … More Art is everywhere: Madrid style.

My whole world centers around language these days. Spanish, the language I feel connected to for a reason I have never understood. It has always sounded familiar, as if it were background music that I’ve heard throughout my life but never stopped to learn the words to. Now I’m learning those words and trying to … More language

I have been in Madrid a month and still confuse push and pull doors. Otherwise, I am learning. That’s about all I can say this early on, when every single thing is new and humbling. I eat food wrong! I say weird things by accident. Sometimes I linger a bit too long really close to … More Madrid so far…

Within an hour of arriving in Barcelona, we wandered the streets, waiting to be drawn into something wild. Down a quiet alley, I spotted an unassuming, crumbly sort of building. We peered inside the dirty windows and discovered a marionette workshop. The only guy in the building welcomed us inside and my entire world was … More Barcelona