Five Hundred Dollars Later
"... Lots of beautifully manicured rich people reading and whispering amongst themselves. All is quiet and serene. And then there’s me. Sitting here wearing black sweatpants, a stretched out brown T-shirt, and sneakers. I’ve been wearing this for over 24 hours––since leaving the States. My hair needs to be washed. My skin is oily. I look like a greasy turd. My eyes are blood shot red. They hurt really bad. And instead of a traveling companion, I have a forty-pound backpack. Maybe, if I just sit here quietly, no one will notice me." CLICK HERE TO READ MORE |
Mosquitoes
"Two steps out of the train station, greeted by a crystal blue waterway shimmering in the bright morning sun, we were in another world. The air was brisk. People milling around, boats shuffling by. Venice is like an oil painting. Little alleyways, little waterways, little bridges. Cobblestone, clay-tiled roofs, wood shutters. Terracotta bricking exposed by missing patches of stucco. Texture! Flower boxes dripping with color beneath window sills." CLICK HERE TO READ MORE |