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Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
The doors of Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Parque de El Retiro 
Parque de El Retiro 
ethereal heron 
Cima Tosa at Lake Molveno Italy 
One of the many waterfalls at Monasterio de Piedra, Spain
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It’s been 4 months since I left to go to Spain. It’s hard to believe time flew that quickly. I’m reminded constantly of time by looking at my daughter; the changes are imperceptible daily but how much they accumulate over time til you realize you have a completely different person standing in front of you.
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I answered one of those daily prompts about something that I needed to do but hadn’t. I railed and whined about how my health was in a bit of a bad spot and that the great American way of have health insurance or go fuck yourself, was not working well for me. I knew I
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What is your favorite hobby or pastime? I have no idea what my favorite hobby or past time is as it changes with the wind. Maybe it’ll be collecting perfume this week, maybe next week I’ll go back to researching places in the map, or now it’s binging about shipwrecks. Hey remember that covid idea
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It’s a new month. The possibilities are endless of what I could excitedly commit myself to accomplishing that I may or may not follow through with. Every month to me is like a New Year’s resolution list in which I choose lofty goals to achieve and then I promptly don’t when met with the slightest
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What things give you energy? I’m not sure when it happened; if it was gradual or sudden, but boundless energy or the urge to stay out late has all but failed me. Besides crippling insomnia, the reason I am currently writing this at 5 am, I perpetually feel as if I were shot from a
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What are your favorite types of foods? First and foremost, I am a fat girl. A food connoisseur if you will. I also married a fat guy, someone with a refined palate like me. This means we will go out of our way to try new things. And when I say go out of our
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At some point in the bus ride to Granada, I passed the bounds of reality and entered into a new plane of existence. I’m not sure which mountain or what alien landscape finally pushed me to this realization, but by the time the we were about 20 minutes out, I felt the call of this
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Ah the witching hour. Midnight again. The time when normal people are winding down from a productive day. As we have seen, I am not in that group. the moments before midnight for me, are spent frantically trying to turn in all the homework that I had a week or more to complete, realizing I
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It’s the end of another day in my household, one that seems to play out all too familiarly. I start my morning with a semblance of a routine that I have cobbled together; a leftover from Europe I suppose. I wash my face, make myself a thermos of tea (this week I am stuck on
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On every corner, nestled in every building there are neat little shops selling all kinds of wares. I feel the need to walk into each of them and see what they might be selling, whether it’s the 15th farmacia I’ve visited for all the random things I realize I have forgotten, to little bodegas selling
Ghosts in The Attic 