Yep. That's vivid and exquisite.

Erin, you should meet my daughter; she just came back from Jamaica and has fallen in love.

Thanks! My experience with Spain was so atmospheric, I always feel like I can't quite do justice in words to the images that live in my head. There was a familiar magic there.

Deb, I would love to meet your daughter; she sounds like a fun girl. I bet we could get into a lot of trouble togther!

I bet we could get into a lot of trouble togther!

Ask ita about that.....

REALLY? Hmmm.

I would like to get into trouble with ita and Jo. Jo could introduce me to cool people, ita could have my back and I...well, I could just crack witty jokes and start shit.

Another Spain:

I found it through music. On the metro, flamenco piped in that no one seemed to notice. Aboveground in a drizzle, I wandered aimlessly through Barcelonetta. First the flute trilling, discovered tucked into a gothic doorway. Then the classical spanish guitar, down a exhaust-stained alley where a cat followed me to curl up in the case. To the right, a moorish arch I gawked at as the rain picked up.

Then the sound of voices singing in Catalan. I followed them by ear through alleys and passages and many wrong turns to a cathedral's sheltered courtyard. As the thunder crashed, I watched the lightening above the palms and found myself huddled next to a station of prayer candles, in awe and humbled by the steady procession of humanity in black and nature's music.

Days later, I tried to return. I couldn't find it, by foot or by guidebook. I don't need to find it again.

Hrm... I should go back.

Hrm... I should go back.

Yep.

I would like to get into trouble with ita and Jo.

Nice thing is, you get into trouble with Jo, you're likely to end up at the Trump and having dinner at Cipriani's. Or possibly in a lift somewhere with a couple of enormous men who play for the Orlando Magic. Ask AmyLiz.

Anyway. Jo gives good trouble.

Not surprising, considering her superior genes!

Honolulu

For you, it was a working holiday. For me, it was a small taste of what heaven might offer.

You spent most of that week indoors, laying down riffs and runs. The engineers argued with the guitarists, the singer sulked; amused, bored, you ran your hands up the keys, doing your job, earning your pay.

I lay on the beach, the Hawaiian sun burning your name into my heart, into my flesh, waiting for sundown, for you to come back, take me to dinner, tell me about that day's session.

I'd give almost anything to have that week back again.

the Hawaiian sun burning your name into my heart, into my flesh,

V. nice.