5 Days in Sicily

1. Cefalu. The gloriously hot Sicilian air blows in through the car windows as we drive along the highway, indulging in sun while the cold, rainy spring continues its sour mood in Madrid. On the road towards Syracuse from Palermo, an ancient village called Cefalu winks in the distance, where pastel-colored flat-roofed houses hang rightContinue reading “5 Days in Sicily”

BookRamblings: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion This book had been collecting dust at the bottom of my bookshelf for some years now, left by a friend who used to live in Madrid, until I decided to pick it up a couple weeks ago in my attempt to read all the books I own. The older IContinue reading “BookRamblings: Slouching Towards Bethlehem”

The Garden of Forking Paths

By fifth grade we recited Dylan Thomas with apocalyptic voices, Lewis Carroll and Robert Frost. At the time I didn’t recognize the word diverge, nor any yellow wood. By thirteen I knew a bit more about how to tell apart ghost stories and a tale one shouldn’t believe, a dream one should never find to beContinue reading “The Garden of Forking Paths”