A prodigal comes home

Thunderstorms over Madrid tonight.  It was a grey day, with thick, smoke-colored clouds hanging low, touching the tops of the massive dwellings.  It was the kind of day that made me realize how much I missed and needed the rain, the reminder that nature exists beyond spotless, blindingly blue skies.  The rain breathed new life back into stifling, stagnant air. Continue reading “A prodigal comes home”

Growing pains

While I have decidedly firm (and most definitely pretentious) notions about what’s good and what’s crap when it comes to music, I do shamelessly indulge in what I call my guilty pleasure artists.  Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Drake and other mindless hit factories are good for churning out catchy tunes you can crank at parties, sing to while you do the dishes, or just dance to in front the bathroom mirror sin pantalones. Continue reading “Growing pains”