I’m listening to Sufan Stevens. The pacific is rolling in and out in front of me in it’s comforting way. …all things grow, all things grow… The wind has picked up and there’s a slight chill in the air. The cooler season is upon us. The hammocks are swaying and I smell Javier cooking lunch. Things change and things stay the same. I returned to New York for a little...
I didn’t feel right when I woke up on a plane descending over Manhattan today. It was all wrong. The buildings, the trees, the colors. I suddenly had the strange sensation that I was waking up from some kind of dream. I know I didn’t literally dream up the last months in Ecuador, but I got this inexplicable panicked feeling that this was all wrong, and I had to get back before it was...
The little changes, the ones that creep up slowly on you are so fun when you finally notice that they’ve been taking place. A house slowly taking shape after watching 2 men working with the most basic tools and materials imaginable for 4 months. It has a roof now! The puppy Cory used to be able to sit on my shoulder and now he’s enormous and still growing. Mi español tambien! Last...