This place. Right here.
My friend Libby, lives in Sicily, with her partner Giancarlo. Libby is originally from Seattle, and I’ve known her for about 10 years. Since I’ve known Libby she's had a steadfast love for all things Italian. She lives with Giancarlo, on a cool spot of land that’s surrounded by carob and olive trees a little... Continue Reading →
One of my favorite concerts I’ve ever been to was about 10 years ago, when Wilco played at the Wiltern in L.A. I haven’t seen them since because they seem to pass through L.A whenever I’m out of town. Before leaving I knew one of the things I wanted to do was see Wilco while... Continue Reading →
Landing in Rome I feel excited to be back. When I left Rome it was the end of August, and most people were on vacation, I kept hearing that it was empty and to wait for when Summer is over and school starts. And after arriving in the morning and showering and eating and napping... Continue Reading →
Two weeks went by in a blink. Would I go back again? Yes. I was asked what my biggest surprise was? And I don’t know if I was surprised by anything outright. I would say there are things I didn’t think about until I got there that were obvious 'oh yeah' moments. I think coming... Continue Reading →
Before leaving LA, I was told that anything I brought to wear, had to be below the knee. This was most important for attending church, which ideally a skirt or a dress needs to be worn. Wearing clothing that's an appropriate length, is a cultural norm. If a woman were to choose to ignore these... Continue Reading →
What happens when there's no school
Take more photos. Not of fried dough.
School starts at 7am, which means everyone is awake at least by 6:30. Most mornings I wake up to what smells of campfire, but it is the burning of trash. Everyone in the neighborhood burns their trash, at different times of day, but the smell is more prevalent in the mornings. This is at the... Continue Reading →
Victor and Christina live in the city of Nampula. Nampula is in the the north eastern part of Mozambique. It's the the third biggest city in the country, and it's relatively diverse. Mozambique as a country drives on the left, which is already a little disorienting. But being in a car is little like you're... Continue Reading →
View from the plane The Nampula airport is the smallest airport I've been to in a couple of weeks. The baggage carousel, the immigration officers stamping passports, security screening, and a customs office are all within 20 feet of each other. And for such a tiny airport, I arrived with maybe 20 other people, in... Continue Reading →
Hello to the Name of Here 