Farewell to Madrid

I leave Madrid in a few hours, and it feels strange. All of my bags are packed (though “stuffed” might be a more apt word). I’m excited to go home, but it’s hard for me to be done with a place. I want to collect all the places I’ve lived and have them on hand. … Continue reading →

To Market, to Market

I’ve tackled El Rastro. Europe’s largest flea market presented an exciting challenge to a collector (read: hoarder) like myself. Flea markets often feel like the true introduction to a new city; there’s something about a market that’s revealing of the place in which it thrives. I adore markets.  In Honduras, colorful, handmade bags and pottery … Continue reading →