Looks like none of my grandparents will be making it to my brother's wedding next month. Because of complications in her leg after an operation, my Vo Lia is now unable to sit still for the length of a plane ride. The event promised so much: a reunion of bloodlines, inappropriate, badly translated jokes, awkward cross-cultural encounters, a ( Read more... )

All right, it's set. Unless something miraculous anchors me to Madrid in the next few months, I'm moving to Barcelona! Almodovar's town -- the heart of Spain -- will always hold a special place in my core, but I need the sea and an international community. I crave watery cosmopolitanism. Deciding this now will give me ample time to learn the ( Read more... )

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Nights like this I wonder what the hell am I doing in Spain. Why am I so far from my family? Why am I in a place where it is so difficult to feel understood? I ask this last question as if it weren't just as difficult in any other place. Still, I really get frustrated with living here. The Spanish are not cosmopolitan; most don't give a shit ( Read more... )

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So, all my online cruising from the couple of weeks is finally paying off. Tonight I have a date with a Columbian architect; tomorrow I'm hanging out with a guy who does restoration. At 31 years old, both fit perfectly into my new age bracket of choice. What will blossom? Probably nothing but sexual satisfaction, my mangina opened up like a ( Read more... )

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- being sick AGAIN. It's the same influenza strain or whatever I had in November; I can't stand up without experiencing a rush of nausea.
- dream-flashes of people I once was so close to but who have now disappeared. "No lo creo."