Fog's rollin' in

still not over

Everyone had a love story in Granada. Not just the Granadinos, but the lovers from Argentina and Belgium living and loving in Spain. The Hawaiian and the Czech. The Italian and the Italian. My Spanish mother and her once French boyfriend.....

Ok. Now I'm done. Time for homework.

(After my nostalgic writing, I read a funny headline in the Chicagoist that read, "War has been waged." The photo was of a crowd of people snowball fighting. I read a woman's comment and snapped out of my nostalgia. She wrote, "My god, I miss the HECK out of you, Chicago.")

the time to be nostalgic isn't over

the emotions I wanted to elicit were clearer when translating the story to Spanish. It told a new story.

que será, será

My memories, my memories, of Granada, watching the sky swallow up mountains and hills whose homes turned to stars as it reached night and we left Salobreña, the yellow sunset with a silhouette of large rocks that made me feel so afraid, afraid of pure beauty, the soft hands of María and her silky white robe, a woman speaking to her dog in Spanish, the water dripping down from flower pots when they'd siesta and I'd walk and hear every footstep and sweep of the broom. The walks home at night, at evening, mornings, all the time. And I remember thinking over and over, trying to picture how it would all be, telling myself I'd die before it happened because the future wasn't clear to me. But now, that emptiness of my mind that longed for the future, is tainted and fermented with memory, collecting flowers in hand as I stroll. And maybe love is along this path. And maybe I won't die.

alma

I tried to escape into their body,
to morph into the oppressed forms.
The violinist on the street,
fingers so red from the wind,
my god, I wonder how they wiggle languidly.
I tried to become woman,
but I couldn't;
my body followed me everywhere I'd go.

Last night I realized I could go on Hulu and catch up on New Girl, and I cried out,

"I'm in America!!!"

no dicimos "gracias" tanto como otros paises, porque tenemos mucho confianza con la gente.

Nosotros vivimos dia por dia

'si no comimos carne, no es rico.' No necesitamos tantas proteinas