He was among the first signs of life I saw this morning. Clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and white face mask, he hefted a family-size pack of toilet paper under each arm.
This plaza, with its three strips of dog feces-laden grass, is the closest we have to a park. It has its regulars; the old men who come to play checkers, mothers lining the benches as their children play, the guys drinking cans at all hours. It’s a working-class neighborhood and this meager plaza is very much a part of the daily social fabric. Continue reading “Countdown to lockdown”
Riding the bus out through the mountains surrounding San Martin, I felt nothing but a sense of relief. It was as if my own mountain-sized burden had tumbled off my back and was left there, dust settling around it, as we rolled on homeward to Madrid. Continue reading “A sigh of relief”
I’ve been on a bit of hiatus from writing lately, albeit unintentional. Sometimes inspiration, or in my case just plain motivation, doesn’t come. In these instances I should force myself to but being the hedonist I am, I instead sink deeper under the covers and watch that next episode on Netflix. Continue reading “Hiatus”
With 2019 looming in front of me, I sit sipping a glass of red at a neighborhood cafe thinking about the past year. It was year of change, challenge, loss, and new beginnings. Despite the devastating passing of my beloved Louie, it wasn’t entirely bad. Continue reading “Reflections”