Every day during lockdown, I take a walk up to the ridge. Some days I go early, after breakfast, and on those days the walk usually turns into a run, as I try to fit in a quick 5k before it gets too warm. Other days, I go in the afternoon, when the sun is high in sky, for some of that all-important …
Essays & Non-fiction
Festa Major // Major Bummer
It’s almost 3AM on a Tuesday morning and I am wide awake. For the last four nights, I have tried in vain to shut out the noise that rises up from the streets below—the amplified sounds of not one, but two different bands, each playing a strain of rock music I might once have told myself I enjoy. Not …
Running // Acclimatising
About a week before I flew out, I decided to sign up for the Cursa de la Mercè—a 10k run that forms part of the annual festival held here in honour of the Patron Saint of Barcelona. (More on this later in the month.) I got back into running about a month ago after a long break, and though I …
Initial Ramblings
Well, this is it. Or, as Macaulay Culkin put it so eloquently in Home Alone: "This is it, don't get scared now." After months of saving, weeks of planning, and... well, a couple of hours of packing, I'm here in Barcelona once again. Only, this time it's personal. I don't know what that means, …
Scrapbook Entry // End of Summer Report
For reasons best left untold, the summer term was one I’ll never forget. July brought joy and the promise of a new beginning. Spring had started hopeful, with small steps forward in my journey as an artist. I rediscovered my love of drawing, with the help of a teacher a little too fond of tautology. …