Uncategorized

  • Making New Memories with an Old Friend

    I started my love affair with Barcelona in 1996. Two amazing years at IESE business school. I reunited with this long lost lover in 2015 when I said yes to a job opportunity that took me to Barcelona for six months. Six months turned into nearly two and a half years. Then a couple of…

  • When is it time to go?

    I stay too long. Jobs, places, relationships…. This is kinda funny because I am always on the go. I moved many many times as a kid – new states, new houses, new schools, goodbye old friends, hello new friends. It’s easy for me to pick up and go. I thrive on change. I say yes…

  • Emergency Gluing x Two

    On the Thursday night before a Monday evening departure to Barcelona, my one and only crown on the far back lower left molar popped off while flossing my teeth. Admittedly, I was flossing with the up down method rather than the down through method. Lesson learned. Luckily, I was able to make an 8am Monday…

  • Walking backwards…

    There he was walking backwards down York Road. I was driving south, almost to the corner of Lake. And there he was. In. The. Road. He looked pretty fit; in his right mind. He also looked quite comfortable with the whole thing. As if it weren’t his first time. As if he were on his…

  • Art + Pizza = Delicious Pizza

    “To each his own.” “There’s no accounting for taste.” “Whatever floats your boat.” I’m a fan of The Arthouse in Baltimore not for the the art on the walls, but because the pizza bar & gallery is close to my house, has a good vibe, and the pizza is delicious. Invariably, though, whatever art happens…

  • Wake up and smell the honeysuckle

    That was my first thought upon waking this morning. Such a sweet and delicious scent. Gently picking the flower and pulling out the style just so to reveal the drop of nectar. Suckling its sweet and delicious taste immediately transports me back to my childhood. There is a patch of honeysuckle in full bloom on…

  • Lapsang Souchong and a box of See’s chocolates

    Have you ever tasted a well worn leather baseball mitt? Maybe had just a sip? I haven’t. But I have drunk a steaming cup of Lapsang Souchong tea and, I’m pretty sure that a baseball glove would taste just the same. Broken in. As if it would catch a ball with a solid thud. It’s…