Welcome to my Sunday eve setup. White wine fresh raspberries a house smelling of brownies chocolate everywhere. Fueled up on the same thing that brings me down in the morning, making me get out of bed with a body sore from dancing. Valencia has turned into a festival and the highs are real. So are the lows. The ups and downs, ebbs and flows. I’ve been running on little sleep because my life here happens at night. Every time the sun sets magic happens. And with magic I mean co

Last week I did something that scared me. It still makes me nervous thinking about it and it has been making me nervous for many years. The thought of going to an open mic poetry night and performing one of my poems. I did it! No big deal you think. Ha! For someone who has forever been writing in a silent bubble of solitude and who still gets goosebumps of insecurity every time she posts a text on the blog she’s had for 10 years now… It’s big. So of course I didn’t tell anyon

I’ve been wanting to write about my visit to Belgium since coming back home to Valencia a week ago. But I couldn’t. Because this heatwave is making my brains boil over into a hot mess and that’s exactly what I look and feel like. A bloody hot mess. Since stepping off the plane in my fuzzy sweater and instantly getting drenched in my own sweat as the sexy Valencian humidity hit me in the face. Welcome back, baby. I kinda forgot how nice it is to wear a jacket sometimes, feelin

Two years we roamed this earth together you and I from lands far apart finding each other at the end of the world just as it stopped turning locking people up the whole globe a prison cell I had to love you through a screen for five months we didn’t know if we would ever see the other again yet you seemed to slip through the maze wearing an invisible cape you travelled for days on buses and planes waved goodbye to SA in New Zealand you would stay for the entire duration of us