bits & pieces of my travels
Andorra la Vella; small world, smiling faces. Hot sun, cold breeze. Empty streets. The sweet old woman who owned the restaurant and shared her story. Climbing up, above it all. Dogs and cats. Farm houses, fresh air. A little lost. Found in the evening crowds. A lawless mall. The drum beats. Dusk, eating ice cream. [...]
Parrots in palm trees. Protests in the street. Pandamonium. People, everywhere. A day defined by movement, and lack thereof. Orange trees and succulents, everywhere. Barcelona welcomed me with the usual chaos that I’ve come to expect from Spain - and with the sweet, palpable smell of cilantro on the sidewalk, in the air. [...]
Antibes had me homesick for home - for a small, slow seaside town, asleep in the winter. For a the crisp, cool seabreeze that I always remember. It reminded me of slow, coastal Cape Cod on the rocks. Of being alone in an empty place, and only then, truly feeling that I know and belong [...]
Cap d’Antibes, of literary legend. The air is cold and pretty. Dainty, crisp. Smells of seaweed and seamist, triggering beach memories of home. The rocks are unforgiving, silver and white. And the sun is so, so vibrant. Warm on my face. It’s hot, but the light gusts make it feel cool. I picked up the [...]
Menton, last French town before Italy, where both cultures meet, sandwiched between sea and the sun. Citrus wonderland, citrus fest. Citrus dragon, citrus camel, citrus tree, citrus pop at the annual Fête du Citron. A cloud of confetti and cascading crowd. On the beach, it’s calm. Speckles of sea glass; the hum of people and [...]
Monaco is light, color, action. Hills. Down, up, down, up. People, but not too many. Pastels. High rises. Ornate villas. The smell of that green palm plant behind the church in the old town. The sea kayakers. The gardens. The vantage high above the harbor. Compact, but rich in culture. Glamorous, but inviting. Intriguing. Exotic. [...]
