Saturday, April 18, 2009

coffee and time.


a little while after the new year, my momma sent me some coffee. white heather. i write this sipping that coffee now-- that coffee that is the smell of home, the taste of home, the essence of my michigan home. perhaps it is the taste, that rich carmaly hazelnutty flavor; or perhaps it is the familiarity, knowing that a large warm mug of it in between my fingers is the image from home; or perhaps it is the connection, knowing that in just a few hours, other members of the family will be rubbing their sleepy eyes and reaching, too, for a mug of white heather. whatever the reason, this coffee is a godsend. 

there are too many things coming up to live for the moment. what a way to be looking into the future: bright eyed and ready to run. ready to run into whatever it brings, ready to throw my arms wide open, toss my head back, and run with all of my might into the next few weeks and the adventures that they bring. into wrapping things up. into heading back home. into seeing more things and saying goodbye to others. ready to run. maybe thats the image i need in order to keep my emotions under control. the image that most of my life is spent with: leaving a place, growing, bonding, making a story, and then flying once again. ready to run. and while the image is glorious, beautiful, sepia-toned and daffodiled, i wish i were walking. 

this weekend: the weekend in granada. 
coming soon: wilco concert. 
after that: a month working on a farm in the canary islands. 
finally: a visit from papi. 
and then heading back to homebase. 

much love, from this flying girl. 

Thursday, April 9, 2009

semana santa.


an honest look at spring in andalucia: 

during carnaval, when you're hungover and the last thing you want to do is leave your house-- you press on and stay out 'till the sun rises again. 

during semana santa, when you're burned to a crisp and the last thing you want to do is be in the sun-- you press on and go to the beach again. 

you know. it's kinda rough. .... :) 

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

distracted.


maybe it is the fact that im on spring break. or perhaps it may be the reality that i have sunk so deep into this slow and content life that i am having  a hard time pulling myself out. whatever the case may be, my attention span is at its absolute lowest it has ever been. and i wish i could say that it bothers me.

let me clarify... if we're talking about the attention i need to look at the ocean, or to sit on a bus, or to talk in spanish, or play with my host brother. if we're talking about the attention i need to wake up early and stay out late. or hang out with my host mom. or drink coffee. or have long conversations. or dream of the future..... well then, folks, i'm fine and dandy. but if we're talking about the attention span that i need to open one of my school books, to do one of my assignments, to start working on one of my projects for the three classes that i am taking this semester.... well then, folks, i am in trouble. 

case-in-point: i woke up early to start my project, have a book sitting on my lap right now, and decided to write this instead. uhoh. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

cheers


to life being real.