catalan paradise!

the rain in spain stays mainly in the plain.

overnight train from malaga to stay with couchsurfer martí and his flatmates. so generous, so welcoming, such a great family that kept me busy busy busy and going and going all over the costa brava for two days...and an absolutely necessary and worth-it 3 day extension! xavi, shanti, martí, girma, & ramon-- i miss you! can't stop thinking about my catalan paradise! more photos here

day 1: bicycle tour and walking the walls of medieval girona; lentil and pa amb tomàquet lunch; evening swim in banyoles estany (not a lake!)

day 2: snorkeling off the rocky coast; throwing myself off of a 25ft rock into the turquoise mediterannean!!! (SO proud!!!); beach boys cruise back to girona; picking up berkeley melissa, another couchsurfer; eating anchovies-in-olives and olives-with-anchovies while watching sunset firecracker war in l'escala; delicious rainbow coca cake for san joan followed by midnight swims under fireworks at an all-night ska beach party....topped with neon sherbet sunrise....

day 3: french toast brunch and youtube party; nap; giant tasty sandwiches and music festival in banyoles; late-night girona stroll and epic discussions of fairy tales, languages, and how to escape earthquakes

day 4: veggie/vegan brunch feast at the cafe next to shanti's flat; aborting beach plans for rainy mountain plans; mini-lake full of mini-tadpoles and mini-frogs; skipping stones to barcelona-based rhythms; palotes!; hot chocolate, honey-roasted peanuts, and stroll through drizzly stone besalú (location for the perfume!); back to banyoles for more music fest; patatas bravas and tuna sandwich in girona; yet another epic discussion of grandparents, the world, the wars, our lives, and our futures; trying unsuccessfully to watch ryanair planes land; bidding adieu to new berkel friend melissa

day 5: the end of the line! INCREDIBLE drive to the coast; waiting out the rain at cap de creus; stunning stumble down to a small bay for snorkeling (so many sea urchins!!!) and post-swim cheesecake; MINDBLOWING muted beach colors/shapes/textures/patterns of all proportions!!! exploring chic cadaques; bob dylan drive back to shanti's for roy's special chinese dinner and sea-urchin-spine-from-toe-removal; goodbyes and an early morning ryanair flight that i should have never taken!!!!!!!!!!!! hasta luego!!!!!


leaving on a jetplane...

SADDEST SONG EVER!!!!!!!! the only song that makes me cry every single time. left spain on a jetplane back to munich and cried flying over the turquoise mediterranean and the live topographical map of the alps...had such a lovely time with lovely lovely people.

what folksinger hasn't sung leaving on a jetplane? obviously peter paul and mary did a nice version of leaving on a jetplane...which prompted me to google photos of the female voice, mary travers. how beautiful! always loved them as a kid, now another reason to love them--mary herself!

with bob & donovan...

with john denver...


hold please

ok fuck im back in spain. after lots of debating and hoping and researching and vascillating, ive decided to go home to take care of some business--sell some unneeded sections of my wardrobe(BIG YARD SALE COMING SOON!!!) and maybe my car (1972 forest green mercedes, any buyers?) and save some money to come back to morocco in the fall. im going to try and legitimately teach english and learn the languagessss and weave some freaking carpets! hell yeah! im so excited and although its not the romantic vision i had of just saying fuck you to the west and having one long skirt and scarves and just living in the woods, i think its the right decision.

that means, IM COMING HOME BITCHES!!!! ill see you all soon, ill be in new york on july 7th for a few days and then nico and i will be driving to see caitlin on the island and south south south to the carolinas and georgia to see lovely dorothy and morad. im so excited for that and to see my grandmother and family in chicago and to be back in san francisco to see your lovely faces. lets have a fiesta!

today i missed my train to barcelona due to an incompentent and tardy baggage handler, so im in malaga about to max and relax topless on the beach before my night train. i guess it didnt turn out so bad after all, eh?

a few more from morocco, god i miss it already!!!

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