Late morning musings Patti Smith shirt Book of Days Sunshine balcony Bare feet Black coffee Grateful Dead Dreaming of New York in The...

It was an innocent plan, to go to an ecstatic dance on a Saturday night. We had been a few times before and it’s always a great idea of a...

The wedding After the funtastic festival that left me buzzing with delight, it was time to get back home to Valencia and scrub up for the...

The first days of November are to remember those who have passed on to other realms and to reflect on death. I decided to do this by...

No way. I just lit a candle – I still can’t light a candle without thinking of you and where you and your contagious flame might be...

When you’re all out of chocolate but Young Fathers' Cocoa Sugar is blasting through the living room and the windows vibrate and the...

Last night I saw Helado Negro performing his sweet tunes pouring them like warm oil in my ears I closed my eyes without thinking I was...

The rain wakes me Earlier than I would like But hey it’s Sunday and I have Absolutely no plans but to live Life in PJ’s read poetry cook...

This afternoon I played that record where You sing remember the love we made Of course you’re not singing to me But now you’re asking I...

Oh how the night changes life as we know it people are less aware shame vanishes, embarrassment is nonexistent dancing is the new...

Is the festival dust still settling? Am I seeing the world through kaleidoscopic glasses? Am I falling in love with Valencia more and...

As soon as I knew I was moving to Spain, I had one mission in mind: to go to Nowhere. Even though this festival has been on my burning...

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...

Core Festival. What the hell are you? Not the love child of Rock Werchter and Tomorrowland, as we all expected. Maybe the morning after...

When an entire summer of love fits into one day you end the night falling asleep with a body sore from moving salty from sea and sweat...

Girl I've been making love all night fell asleep to the taste of sweet port wine he made the sun set in my third eye all went dark until...

After weeks of vacationing in the sunny rays of Valencian deliciousness, it was time for something a little different. I had been...

Can you hear the wood golden strings singing within same story different guitar you touch it like magic fingers made for this bringing us...

Holy moly! Again, nearly a month has passed since I flipped open my laptop and wrote a good ol’ blog post. I’ve been all over the place...

Dude. I’ve been neglecting my blog, journals and notebooks for a month now. One month of living in absolute blissland named Kiwiburn and...