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
It’s been about two weeks since we got back from Spain.
It feels a bit weird since part of me is still in anticipation, like it hasn’t actually happened yet– it all went by so fast, and I honestly can’t believe that it’s July now.
Being in Spain taught me a lot about myself and people around me. I became better at keeping up conversations, I learned how to really compromise, and I came to know when space was needed. I’ve written a lot about the things we did and smaller aspects of different places that I really connected with, but there was a bigger thought that struck me the other day. 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
To me, rooftops have always been intangible places of reflection.
I would read so many stories where the main characters would climb out the window of their room onto the half-dome shaped tiles, laying back and watching the stars up above as they let their mind run free. Equally as wonderful would be when there was company, making it multiple trains of thought instead of just one. Continue reading
Sitges, a coastal town in the Catalonia region of Spain, became our primary home for the week. Hills surround the area, and the streets are illuminated at night by shops, churches, restaurants, and homes. Seventeen sand beaches line the deep blue waters, some of them with climbable rocks rising above the waves close to shore.