the precarities of belief
All of a sudden Bible verses on faith and fortitude will come rushing back at you with the same speed as the sweat dripping down your back.
Category: travel
thoughts at the hot stone massage
Oh my I forgot to wear underwear I didn’t forget, I wasn’t going to My poor sister OK they’re in Will I let them touch my leg? Let’s see what happens Will she be surprised at all this vagina? Ugh I’m taking off this mask I can’t breathe Is that the rando we saw walking […]
My worst Airbnb ever
Tawfiq didn’t respond to any messages after I finished paying – and his phone ended up being off after I called him enough times. So that…was that.
Flying…again!
I like to think of myself as a great traveller. I think my body is the ultimate travelling machine. I have never missed a flight if the factors were within my control (Chicago traffic, screw you). My stomach senses when a food trolley is near, and wakes me up if I’m sleeping. I don’t know […]
losing her religion
I know that she’s looking for something, and I’m willing to follow her until she finds it. But she doesn’t find it. Not when I’m with her, at least. Maybe in the absence of me, her spirit is set free. She’s looking for a traditional fortune teller, because there’s something in that spirit of hers […]
neighbours
America is a strange alternate universe in which everything is permissible and allowed, and I don’t understand it all completely, but I am trying to wrap my head around it. I’m just observing and comparing everything here to stuff back home. For example – at the end of the street I’ll be living on for […]
So I went to Cuba
Friends and countrymen, I come to you deep within the throes, nay, the recesses, of a holiday hangover. I mean, I’m really going through it. Never have I ever been on a holiday so divine that even when I came back, the ghosts of good times past still haunted me. Sure, Greece was amazing – […]