#frecklous

Eyes wide, I inhale The thick clouds of swirling gray That was once pale green

We laugh just because It’s funny. Actually Everything is now!

My brain is burning, Or is it just hotter than The cool Madrid air?

Did I lose my hands? Or are they simply floating? I hope the latter…

Walk over to them? Sounds like a challenge. I will Be VICTORIOUS!

Stars (or just one star?) Dancing high above… How…

A Picture of Dorian Gray

The day was a mess. I had walked the length of the city four times under the blazing Spanish heat over the past few hours, and had somehow managed to mix up the bus stations so that I missed the bus I’d meant to take to Cádiz. With no sympathetic ear and sweat slowly soaking through my white crop top, I was in a bad state.

Finally hopping on a city bus across town to the right bus station, I…

The Heart of Robin Hood

He wore gray jeans low on his hips and a soft tee shirt that carelessly teased the impossible definition underneath it. His hair was cropped short, his face clean-shaven, and his eyes were sure and brown. His jaw was as strong as his shoulders, but cradled a mouth that seemed soft and generous. When he walked he glided, his tall, lithe body moving with the effortless control of an athlete. His…

Quinta da Regaleira: A Real Life Rivendell

Quinta da Regaleira is a child’s dream filled with towers and caverns and balconies of stone to climb on, around, under and through. And that’s just what I did: ducking in and out of archways, chasing butterflies through gardens, playing explorer through the porous labyrinth of wells and grottoes so dark I couldn’t see my hand in front of me.

One stairway led to another, and another, no path…

One week in Lisbon earned me stronger leg muscles, a higher tolerance for late nights, and a literal hostel full of new colorful friends. But on my last day in Lisbon, I was dragging a bit, so I thought I’d take a solo day trip out to Belém to explore with just my camera and headphones.

Belém is an itty bitty town right next to Lisbon that can be seen in just a few hours if you’re not trying to…

Lisbon: Where the Party Never Ends

Yes, it’s been a week since I’ve been able to get to a computer to write. And yes, it’s all Lisbon’s fault. This crazy town had me up early munching pastries every morning, climbing hill after steep hill every afternoon, and running around with who knows ’til dawn every night — and I loved EVERY SECOND of it!

Portugal isn’t what you think – as what I figured was Spain’s little sister, I…