Feeling safe from the rain.

Today I have been feeling creative. (Well I was up until 12:30pm last night drawing, so it was yesterday pouring into today.) I have been drawing, thinking, dreaming as I face a the smooth lines of the Mac I’m typing this on. Outside the cars splash rainwater onto the pavement four floors down. A gloomy sky…

a chocolate fudge sauce.

I am dreaming of a Christmas gift to give away. I am reminded of past years, making tiny peppermint candies with my then girlfriends mother, folding icing sugar, double cream and peppermint extract together in an ancient ceramic bowl. The tiny, perfectly organised kitchen, something baking in the oven behind me. The recipe book battered,…

The summer of 2009.

Castle on the hill – Ed Sheeran   I have been homesick, terribly so. For England. For Cornwall. (For younger days).   And in being homesick, I have found things that take me back home that aren’t an aeroplane or a train. This song transports me in a way that only music can, to a…

Dreaming of becoming pastry.

We keep pausing our alarms in the morning, entangled in each others warm limbs and a daze of sleep. Every time hers goes, there is a childlike murmur for ten more minutes, then she pulls her body closer to mine and goes back to sleep. We finally wake, and I ransack her wardrobe, having worn…

Unsteady.

Today is the 2nd Friday since I have been back. Its a mundane day, nothing special.   Well, its some sort of festival in Gracia, and we had plans to see two friends for dinner and to enjoy the festivities together. Today marks 11 days out of England. Which seems to somehow be an extraordinarily…

Hometown favourites.

Darling takes me to Carnival. In Terrasa, her hometown, and I am shy for the amount of people there, feeling like the whitest, blondest, tallest, and most obvious person in the crowd.   This is where I wish I had the knack some of my friends have, a gyspy look, where they could go anywhere…

Trying on lives.

I am all of a sudden aware that I love her. It is the ache in my heart as I get on a bus to the airport to leave her, and it feels all at once absurd and astonishingly obvious. Trust me to fall in love with someone who lives so far away. This is…

Taking the risk.

Yesterday was offically my first day living in Barcelona. The day before that was the 23rd. A Monday. A day that started bleary eyes, rushing to get dressed and make tea in a friends kitchen, where said friend rushed me to eat faster, as only she can. Her boyfriend drove me to Luton Airport, a…

Everyone is writing about the same thing.

It’s a little strange to think that so many people all over the world are writing about the New Year right now. We’re all aware of the passage of time, no more so than at the beginning and the end of the year. It’s strange that we hold so much to our need to contain…

Directions.

It’s Friday, and I decide that the best use of my time before a leisurely weekend with Darling would be to climb up my favourite thing: Montjuic.   I’m not sure what it is. Or exactly how many steps there are. But I am in a love-hate relationship with climbing all the way to the…

Old Pine.

Its Tuesday. Offically week one, day one. And I’m sat in Bar But, drinking a terrible tasting (regreting choosing a healthy juice drink) cucumber, apple and ginger liquid form of torture. I am thinking on life and love. And then. In this place so far from home and holding no comfort.. Ben Howard “Old Pine”…