My first visit to Barcelona had been much too short. With only a few days remaining before I was due in Paris, I hopped aboard a double-decker bus for an orientation tour, hoping it would help me choose from among the many interesting sites around the city. From my upper-level seat on the open-airbus I … Read more
The smiling faces behind the front desk at St Christopher’s Inns hostel in Barcelona, Spain were a welcome sight after my bad experience with Equity Point Hostels the previous week. Their warm greeting was quickly followed up with an efficient check-in process and instructions for finding my females-only dorm room. My first big surprise was … Read more
I must have been 11 or 12 years old when my art teacher showed us a photo of one The Persistence of Memory, one of the best known works of Salvador Dali. I didn’t quite know what to make of its melting stopwatches and the walrus-like rotting head but I knew the disturbing images were a … Read more
There’s a book in my future. More precisely, there’s a book in my past that I need to get back to writing if I ever expect to finish it. The problem is, it’s hard to write a book when I’m traveling around the world, switching countries every few weeks. Rumbling around in the back of … Read more
Slim-hipped Oscar de los Reyes emerged from the shadows and took his mark within the circle of light on the small wooden stage. Clad entirely in black, the world renowned Flamenco dancer stood ramrod straight, arms held rigidly at his sides. His black eyes glittered, reflecting sparks from the single spotlight as he stared, unseeing, into the silent, expectant audience. Oscar de los Reyes’ body was a mere ten feet away but his eyes were focused inward, drawing power and inspiration from some higher power.
