memoir
-
Violin: A Love Poem to the City of Oranges
Adventure, airbnb, backpacker, Backpacking, City Guide, Culture, Europe, history, networking, Poetry, Road Trip, Spain, Travel, travel writing, travelblog, writingArt, backpacker, Backpacking, bohemian, design, eruopean, eurail, euro trip, gypsy, inspiration, journalism, journalist, literary, literature, memoir, news, personal essay, poet, Poetry, prosaic, prose, romani, songwriting, Spain, travel, travel spain, travel writer, travelblog, travelblogging, Traveling, vacation, vagabond, valencia, valencian, visit spain, writers life, writerslife, WritingBohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark “Rhythmic swells reverberate trough my lungs. The back streets of Valencia. Back street Europe. Romani enclaves and gypsy parts of town. We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff sangria, smartly bashful in red-faced delerium. For it is Spring…
-
I couldn’t help but feel like a fraud. Here I was, leaving behind everything I’ve ever known in the hopes of finding something better. But what if I never find it? What if I spend the rest of my days wandering aimlessly, searching for something that will never come?
-
Together we will create brave spaceBecause there is no such thing as a “safe space”We exist in the real worldWe all carry scars and we have all caused wounds.In this spaceWe seek to turn down the volume of the outside world.We amplify voices that fight to be heard elsewhere,We call each other to more truth…