The Bridge of Sighs

BARRANCO. If I had more time than a few hours I might have written a short story here. The old elegant houses through the light fog, the occasional volkswagon, the murals and statues, and the clifftop overlooking the ocean. My friend Lutie (listen to a drunken interview of Lutie) gave me a quick introduction and… Read More

My favourite five songs in Spanish (so far)

It’s time to commit, to focus truly on the culture I live in if I wish to be a part of it. A colleague and friend from Colombia, Nox, is as good as I am at speaking English. He claims to dream in his second language. Nox said rather bluntly to me that I actually… Read More