Barcelona | Spain

Follow the Road

Of the vague set of memories I have, Christmas in Andorra stands out fairly strongly. I remember the cabin, I remember my bunk bed, and I remember that Santa somehow snuck in and placed my stocking right next to me in my bed and I didn’t wake up. He must… Read more →


It’s been five days since I arrived in Barcelona, Spain. I’m sitting about 100 meters from the Mediterranean in a… Read more →