Videoclips from late May to early August rolled into one video with some thoughts.
I only have myself to blame for my endlessly running mind.
I can’t remember how long we stood there in the dying grass under the pulsing sky, feeling the breeze brush our noses as the snuffling noises of Rory’s two dogs filled our ears.
It seemed to be a good night for wishes, because Rory must have spotted at least five different shooting stars. It’s nice to know that the universe might hear our desire for response once in a while.
We saw satellites, too. They reminded me of the water bugs that skim the surfaces of ponds, balancing precariously on nothing but tension between water molecules. Continue reading
At home, I love taking day trips to various places within about two hours of driving– places like San Francisco, Half Moon Bay, Monterey, or even Santa Cruz. In Spain, we drove to check out some cool attractions that were within an hour or two of driving. We of course visited Barcelona multiple times to see what it held, but two other places really captivated me as well. Continue reading
Barcelona: a vibrant city full of unique art, diverse cuisine, and eye-catching architecture at every street corner. Every area of the city has a different feel, due to the medieval roots of the Gothic quarter and the modern, quirky style of architect Antoni Gaudi’s work.
Walking down those varying sidewalks, I felt right at home. Continue reading
In all honesty, I’m very surprised that this particular trip was executed this well.
Around November or December, some family members from my dad’s side started to come together in discussion of a gigantic family gathering- with “gigantic” meaning almost thirty people. Many locations were proposed, and there was most definitely lots of debate over the best place, but eventually the group settled almost unanimously on Barcelona, Spain. I can very clearly remember my mom telling me the overall plan back then and thinking to myself: wow, it’ll be a seriously insane experience if this actually pulls through.
And before I knew it, it was the morning of June 17th and I was scrambling to throw all necessary belongings in a suitcase because we had to be at the San Francisco airport by 4pm at the latest. Continue reading