whoa consequences!

a) what constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit.
b) i work for free.
c) i am not a prostitute.
d) i could still be a ho.

If A given B, then C.
Regardless of C, perhaps D?

logic games = the reason why i will never get around to applying to law school.

i'm dragging my feet on these finals, these papers, and this kind-of-a-big-deal decision i have to make for next semester (which actually has nothing to do with law school but everything to do with wordplay).

spring '07 is the last semester of my senior undergrad career.

career.

i wish that word would stop popping up so much, even if it is just in my own mind.

i keep asking grown ups for their opinions and advice. then i realized i was really asking my peers. when the hell did we transition into that category? i have a feeling like i've no control over anything. which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but more like feeling that what's going to happen is going to happen, and even though there's nothing i can do, i can at least try to enjoy the ride.

is this what growing up feels like? i assume it's reminiscent of how an inmate would feel when he drops the bar of soap -- an overwhelming urge to try to change your fate, but pessimistically thinking "would it really make a difference?" that's the worst feeling the world, isn't it? the paralyzing hopelessness one feels during those 2.3 seconds after the bar accidentally slips from your fingertips. before it hits the ground of the shower room all those should'ves, would'ves, what ifs and maybes cross your mind.

should have - used soap on a rope
what if - i had a loufa?
would'a - pumice stone help exfoliate my skin?

dear mr. inmate, don't be scared. accept your fate, grab on, and enjoy the ride...

do you find that comforting? should i?

random metro observations

1:30am - 2:15am :

* red line: there's a man who looks like he's in his early 30s eating a girl's face. she can't be any older than 15. i'm sitting near the door, and there's this see through glass barrier separating me from the pedophile. i accidentally catch myself making a face at them, looking as if i just threw up a little in my own mouth -- which i did. i contemplate a movie plot about zombies, and if i had a flame thrower, a really good action sequence would follow wherein i save the little girl from the brain-eating face-eating zombie. sadly, i do not have a flame thrower, and so i just sit there and exchange concerned glances with the lady sitting across the aisle.

* gallery place green line xfer: this european guy is lost and doesn't know how to get to the yellow line. he asks me if he can follow me to the xfer. i jokingly say ok but he can't stand so close to me b/c he looks sketch (he was actually very good looking, but i like to be mean to hot people out of pure spite and jealousy). hot european guy and i talk a little and part ways at the xfer. he says, "thank you, i'd be lost without you," and i reply by offering him the chance to father my childrens...except i don't actually say that out loud.

* green line: it's crowded with all the umd kids from college park who came down to dc to party. they're probably calling it a night and heading back on the last train out to maryland, which sucks b/c it's only 2am. the metro should run later. two guys are doing pull-ups on the metro poles and flipping/somersaulting in an attempt to impress their lady friends. i'm not-so-secretly hoping one of them will fall and injure himself, or at least bruise his ego a little. one of the girls starts doing a runway model walk down the length of the metro car. if i had 3 wishes, i'd use one on getting the conductor to slam on the brakes at that very second. it would have been a wish well spent.

* college park stop: everyone leaves the metro. i look around and realize i'm the only one left. more zombie movie plots pop into my head, but i get scared and start humming probably the most relaxing/reassuring song ever recorded: smack that by akon.

aviator sunglasses and parliament cigarettes

so i get offended whenever anyone calls me emo or hipster. to be honest, i don't really understand.

but then i was shown this:



and compared it to this:



oooohhh nooooes!

so now i'm crying in my room while waiting for my hair to grow out and saving money so i can buy multiple collared polos. oh, yes. i cannot wait for the the day when it's cold enough so i can wear three polos at the same time and pop all the collars while wearing a pastel colored skirt with bees stitched to the bum*

without people judging me.

b/c then, and only then, will i be unrestricted by preset labels and my individuality will shine through...

or not.


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*accessorized with a pair of black leggings from the 80's

stfu and get in.

it's cold! i can't feel my fingers; i can't feel my toes. it was gorgeous all week and then bam 40 degree weather. consequently, we unofficially dubbed today "lazy friday" and stayed indoors until we ran out of things to do.

sooo, apparently i'm really good at convincing people that bad ideas sound better than they actually are. and by "people" i mean kemi, and by "bad ideas" i mean getting her to fit inside a suitcase.



i'm proud of my work.

she was hesitant at first. you could definitely tell in her voice that she was not committed to the idea, so i had to step in and make stuff up about simply being able to fold her legs over her body in some contortionist type of way. of course i was making all of this up, but that's beside the point.



it took a bit, but kemi was a trooper and finally got in. then i jumped in and locked the ho away.



if you're reading this, then you understand the effects of boredom. please don't judge us.

we're celebrating my sis' 24th bday tomorrow at some belly dancing restaurant. more awkward videos and photos? yes, please.

picture post - dc

here's to another crazy, sleep-deprived week. senior year is lame in ways words cannot describe. when exactly did switching majors senior year seem like the best idea in the world?



it has its ups though, this weekend being one of them.



that's not actually our sign. we snuck in with the UMD apo chapter. love?



the weather was gross and wet on saturday, but the rest of the 3-day weekend weather made up for it. yesterday we decided to be nerds and study on the national mall. beaauuutiful! it was the perfect day to fall in love, except we all fail at life and spent our time watching shirtless runners instead.











we all agreed that we don't nearly take enough advantage of dc, so we're gonna put more effort into getting our tourist on. you're welcome to join us!

damn, girl.

wow i definitely haven't been updating nearly as much as i did while abroad. i guess the whole allure of an abroad blog dies down once -- you know -- you get back.

back into the groove of school. senior year is a mess. all of my free time has disappeared, except for the disproportionate amount of time i spend on myspace.

mom randomly brought me a giant cucumber and two kiwis. just dropped them off and left. i cannot make this kind of stuff up, folks.



i'm sure she expected me to eat it, but silly me left my new camera out last week and came back to the apartment to find:



and evidence of other inappropriate actions that occurred during my absence.

they also left some video bites on my memory card. i tried to upload the videos, but apparently youtube has some ethics/morality clause. who knew?

kapamilya

my little cousin is 15 years old now. he used to be so tiny and harmless, and i'd shove him in the basement and lock him down there while yelling, "omg there's a monster behind you! monsttteerr!!!"

now he's taller than me, all muscular, and looks old. one of those unnatural types of buffness where your muscles take over your neck. i don't mess with him anymore.

sis and i spent every single day entertaining him this week. we haven't seen him in forever, and this was his last week of summer vacation before school. we pretty much did whatever he wanted to do:

+ go-kart racing, where he flipped me the bird twice after cutting me off.
+ mini golfing - he hit his ball 3 holes over just so he could chase it down and mack on some 20 somethings(!!!).
+ movies - snakes on a plane again, please.
+ taught him how to play basketball.
+ survived food posioning from pizza hut.
+ impromptu karaoke.
+ ghost hunting.
+ loaded questions.
+ lots and lots of video games.

i'm now a fan of tekken 3. apparently, if you continuously hit all the buttons in a seizure-like state, you're bound to win each and every time.

moving into my apartment tomorrow. i love my family and my roomies (already).

jeep jeep jeep

i was just called the greatest disappearing act of the 21st century. oops? at least i'll be staying put for the next 8 months, but you know, i'd do it all again in a heart beat.

it's only been a few days, but already i sorely miss the philippines. playing spades to evade boredom during electrical brown outs, daily loss of running water, and using the same bucket of rain water plus ladle for the following purposes:

1) to bathe
2) to wash the dishes
3) to flush the toilet
4) as toilet paper - if you're feeling exceptionally daring

the best part about the trip was spending time with our relatives. i like hearing stories about how everyone was when they were younger. how my mom was a chemist for a paint company and got fired for helping to organize a labor union (that's how mama do), and how my aunt made my uncle lose his morals and leave the seminary. haha. i like hearing stories from before i was born about all the little cousins peeing into a water bottle and trying to sell it on the streets to dehydrated jeepney drivers.



good business idea. bad product.

i like your hair doings today

does my $2 haircut offend you?



the price should have tipped me off, but i think i'm a masochist. i chose to ignore the fact that the large, intimidating man with a wife and 3 children was calling himself Auntie Mida and randomly exclaiming, at near supersonic levels, "you belongs to me now!"

whenever street children throw rocks at me, i think about tati's new do, and the fact that at least i don't look like long duk dong from sixteen candles keeps me from crying.



doppelganger, if you please.

also, note that the above theater sign prohibits the following outside food:

1) fried chicken and gravy
2) noodles & pasta
3) rice meals

i like how specific the sign is because it allows me to slurp my balut in peace while watching jack black as nacho libre.

probably should write more, but i've got to pack for home and head to manila international. it doesn't quite feel like a whole month just yet.

max's fried chicken

exclamation point, in case you were hesitant to believe.

going through internet and snarky entertainment news withdrawal. backdated entries to come.

i meeeeese you, you know.

one more time.

ivan koumaev.



dude can dance. they all can. i love this show and its plethora of ambiguous contestants.*

also, i like packing the night before leaving for a trip. it makes me tired and better prepared to pass out on day-long flights.

i've been home for a month. it seems longer and shorter than that. dunno if that's possible, or if it even makes sense, but there you go.

regardless of my tendency to procrastinate, i like to be on the move.

leaving in 3 hours, so i should...uh, shove stuff in a bag.

say hello to my little friend

this is zoey.



a 3lb puggle who recently joined the family. she's tiny and cute and smells like puppy*



sometimes she looks a bit--special.



like when she fell off the curb and did a face plant onto the asphalt.

nice one, zoe.

she's got a great temperament, and you can tell she fits right in with the fam...as evidenced by her natural tendency to flaunt her hoo-ha. zoey, you dirty bitch.



welcome home, zoey!



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*puppies smell like shit.

a nice welcome home

haven't updated in a while. i've been busy doing nothing in particular but everything in general.

my fam threw a welcome home bbq last sunday, complete with karaoke competition and water balloon fight.



oh, and giant roasted pig.



we also realized that the balloons, once filled, resembled a familiar shape:



go figure.



imagine that coming at your face. it hurted, mfer.


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gracias to Rainbow for these vibrant pics.

thank goodness

finally made it home! yay!

i had a connecting flight from london to dc, which as many of you know by now, left without me. yes, i realize that no one is surprised. mom had it in her head that i was just dicking around and forgot to board the plane, but really it's because my original flight arrived late, leaving no time to make it to the 2nd flight.

so here i am in the states and after wandering around baggage claim for a good bit, i was told that half my luggage is still in london. go figure.

mom woke me up at 7am to help cook for the cfc regional members who will be congregating in our basement to celebrate something religious. there were a bunch of candles in the kitchen, and i jokingly said "hey, cool! should i make a ring in the basement and light them?"

mom said yes before she processed the entirety of what i said.

i am still giggling.

i call it a cult* to her face, and she has no come back.

rightfully so.

i love jesus.

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*cult Pronunciation Key (klt) n.
1. A system or community of religious worship and ritual.
2. The formal means of expressing religious reverence; religious ceremony and ritual.
3. A religion or religious sect generally considered to be extremist, with its followers often living in an unconventional manner under the guidance of an authoritarian, charismatic leader.

time to fly

tonight is my last night in spain. kristen's family took her to the beach, and sam's family had a special dinner for her. my host family left me dinner on a tray and peaced.

please do be jealous.

the apartment is dark and empty. i could very well turn the lights on, but then that wouldn't be as dramatic now would it?

it's been like this all semester, very business-like. for 500E/mo they give me a place to stay and regular meals. i also get unlimited amounts of coffee, free internet at night when i sneak into the computer room, and a desk fan.

by not mixing business with pleasure it makes it easier to leave because there are no attachments to my "family" for the past 6 months. i haven't taken any pics of them, and i probably won't. i don't think they'll remember me, and my memories of them are pretty set, perhaps unjustly so.

there's antonia the doting housewife. cooks, cleans, and laundries. pepe the hardworking insurance salesman husband who sits at the head of the dinner table and skips meals just so he can finish watching the soccer match. he also kills the gynormous cockroaches whilst antonia (and i) sequester ourselves in the bedroom. oh and can't forget pepe jr, who is out "studying" all day...but really who is in the library at 2am and what kind of mother believes that?

there is also nacho, marta, and rosana, but they've moved out years ago. i'm sure they'll fade away soon enough, and i'll remember this family as a trio. there's more depth here, but i never got around to seeing it.

maybe it's a defense mechanism on both our parts? i'm the 13th exchange student they've had. the only other student they've ever referenced is some kid named tim who liked to stumble in late at night and drunk off his ass. i'm not exactly sure what i did to trigger that story and remind them of him.

today the council of international educational exchange threw a goodbye party for all the advanced liberal arts kids. there are some people whom i'll never see again, and that makes me sad. then there are those i know i'll see again, as well as those whom i just don't care about. not even in a negative way, but i can honestly say that i don't think about you aside from when you're physically in my face, and i have to admit to myself that i don't know your name. ok, well maybe there was that one time at the one place and that one funny thing.

and life moves on.

my flight home is tomorrow. see you soon.

el parque maria luisa

yesterday we had a picnic to celebrate the foreign slut-ish-ness that is sam. her flight is today and we are saddened.



it was relaxing and chill, though i was somewhat threatened by the random acts of falling bird shit. eventually, everyone peaced and greta, sam, and i were the only ones who picnicked until 8pm. i guess none of us wanted to say goodbye.



i set the camera timer and ran back to my seat. obviously, this is my "oops, i just sat on a glass of sangria" face, which is a direct consequence of the "oops my ass just broke a glass of sangria" crunch.

at least greta and sam look good. how is it possible to talk about nothing and everything for 6 hours?

i love it though. ba da da da da?

two pounds to the chest and a peace sign

leaving for home this friday, but suddenly i'm not so ready to leave. maybe because the stresses of finals are over, or maybe because it's starting to sink in that we probably won't see each other again. won't see these places. won't share these experiences.

i know that once i get to the airport i won't want to leave. i'm not ready for this chapter of my life to end, and as much as i journal about it, i know the memories will fade. life sucks that way, but as a wise gay man once said--while defending his heterosexual activity--"you work with what you got."

as part of our ongoing quarter-life crisis kristen, maria, and i have talked about shaving our heads. the date seems to be set for this wednesday at el palacio. there have also been threats of leaving the hair on lucia's desk as a final ef you to ciee.

i will probably chicken out because there may or may not be a fat roll on the back of my head that i may or may not be willing to admit to just yet.

speaking of denial, this is taylor hicks, season 5 winner of american idol:


this is his cd cover for his upcoming single:


i call bullshit. or at least a damn good photoshop job. if i can get someone to photoshop my double chin that has seemed to have misplaced itself to the back of my head, i'll post post-shaving pics.

peter, paul, and mary wanted to trifecta

dear open wifi account holder:

thank you for helping me to fail at life. thanks to your generosity, i've managed to catch up on celebrity gossip and overall pop culture. and all i had to do was sacrifice 2 days of productivity. entertainment news withdrawal is probably the reason why i was questioning the meaning of life the other day; now, all is right with world.

tv: lost, lost, lost, lostlostlostlostlost. squirt.

movies: x3 was ok...i should probably go see it in english. for now, i'm blaming all the painfully bad jokes on poor translation and mediocre dubbing. either that or my campiness tolerance has slowly deteriorated.

music: gnarls barkley's st. elsewhere --'nuff said.

i have 3 papers and 2 exams left. then i peace out for home for 2 weeks before flying to the philippines. gk is somehow affiliated with my mom's religious cult--the one that meets in her basement--but i'm choosing to ignore that small, minor detail.



if i had a hammer, i'd hammer in the morning. i've never built houses before, nor have i owned a hammer. we'll see how this goes.

trashy yet trendy

dominick's going to mexico to teach little mexican children about imperialism. i wish him well and lots of luck. also, i wish he would stop by the markets of la soledad and hook me up with one of these cool coiners made from old candy and gum wrappers:



sustainable and trashy? hells, yeah.

i wish i could be trendy, but i can't because i'm poor. also, according to current fashion guides, i'm morbidly obese and am condemned to walk around in a moo-moo. i mean...orange sack.

oh right, i'm supposed to be studying. home soon!

hey fuck tard

there's this douchebag somewhere in the apartment building who likes to play obnoxiously loud pop music at 3am. last night he upped his douchebaggery by opening his window so that the music could tunnel up this type of shared outdoor space that all the apartments face. one guy got woked the fuck up and opened his own window so he could yell down to the douchebag's window. sorry for the language, but i feel like fuck as an adjective was needed to convey the violent nature of which he was roused.

also, re: my bastardization of the word woke...uh, yeah. my bad.

building was thumping with bass.

dude was mad as hell.

the neighbors started to gang up on the douchebag, which seemed to work since he cut out his music. however, it didn't stop there because violated guy wanted to return the favor and continued to verbally sodomize the offender. angry-mother-of-sleeping-baby opened her window and joined the attack. this continued for a good 15 minutes.

so 3 people from 3 different floors of the building carried on an argument at 3am--via window?

i found it amusing. then again, i hadn't gone to sleep yet because i was still watching the season 2 finale of lost. this is a screen cap of the most talked about scene of the 2-hour episode. fans on lost forums all over the world have been analyzing this screen cap looking for hidden clues. they've broken it down frame by frame and general consensus seems to have decided that if you watch closely, the girl in the middle is utilizing some type of braille code and signaling s.o.s.

tricksy ho.

i'd put a spoiler warning, but i'm a douchebag bitch.

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bigger and original cap from here: http://content.ytmnd.com/content/4/d/e/4de4b73fd7daefedca2524764f0d43f5.gif

you and i, well we could change the world.

tess and i have noticed that, at some point during the past 6 months, we've started to walk like we drive back home. driving and walking similarities i possess include:

1) glancing at my blind spot to see if anyone is coming up on me
2) believing those whom i cut off deserve to be cut off
3) thinking old people should all move down to la florida and stay off my sidewalks
4) riding ass if your roll is too slow and we're in the fast lane*

the danger of #4 is not comparable to overtaking a slow car at a blind turn...of a mountain pass...on a foggy day, but i like to pretend it is.

big pet peeve about walking in sevilla is the groups of friends who walk shoulder-to-shoulder and take up the entire sidewalk. i always get stuck behind them and am forced to stare at the party side of the ubiquitous european mullet:


herds of people--old and young alike--never move quickly. well, i guess mobs of people do move quickly at times, but it would have to involve a fire/shooting/celebrity sighting/filipino style buffet:


complete with karaoke in the background.

have you ever seen palabok served in a garbage bin?

d- for presentation (some points for creativity). a++ for quality and taste.

so, yeah. moral of this vent:
forget what albert camus said about friendship; if the sidewalk is narrow, please fall in line.

thanks,
- the mgmt.

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*fast lane meaning that half foot space between the edge of the curb and oncoming traffic

where have you been?

i was feeling all at seas regarding my life and where i'm going. you can thank recent graduation ceremonies for kick starting this quarter-life crisis. wonder how much more freaked out i'd be if i were physically there and not just cyber stalking away messages that celebrate the whole range of feelings?

i could very easily be sad about people moving onto their new lives, but i'm not there so i can keep pretending life back home is normal. just the way i left it. i'm still detached, so it's easier for me to think of the fun times. i'll fast forward through all the lonely times and spend my days daydreaming about how we'll meet again and exclaim, "it's been so long since last we met!"

how long as it been? and then we'll break out into song and dance and laugh at the end. laugh like we always used to do, late into the night as we sat through weekly meetings that lasted for hours and hours.

oh, but it didn't seem like such a chore to us:


(there's so much i need to say about this foto, but for now i'll just stick to pointing out: 1) dom manhandling kemi 2) emily and max. hahaha i miss it!)

i'm going home in 2 weeks. has it been 6 months all ready? it was all fine and dandy, but BAM as soon as finals come you realize that everyone is already done and you want to dive into summer too. speaking of which, i still don't know what's going on this summer. i tried to figure it out months ago, but it's all gone to shit now. on the plus side, at least i've figured out that i'm actually pretty good at this whole rejection deal.

i feel great. life is beautiful.*

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*i mean that without one drop of cynicism.

historia del cine

took the the exam today at 8am. i started studying last night around 10 and just kept on straight through the night. ok, so a big chunk of that time was spent looking for kung fu videos on youtube. this was not the kind of violence i wanted to help me destress, but it still did the job.

also, i found this little gem and lost a good part of my life to constantly replaying the last 5 seconds of the video. i like watching red shirt's feet, which partly helps to explain why frankie didn't know which way he was going. usually, i like to cheer for the underdog but wow. go, redshirt, go.

er...digression? yes.

it's an essay exam and as soon as she hands out the paper, i go blank and and sit and stare at it for a good bit. wouldn't describe it as a freak out...maybe more of a well, ain't that some shit? feeling.

at least i'll never have to go back to that class again. this semester was horrible in terms of the classes. i've never been one for grades, but i do like learning. here, it's more the prof going here open your mouth and let me vomit into it. then the rest of us go yum yum more please! in 6 months it'll be your turn and i'll give you back the same crap you spoon-fed me with no ounce of original thought. yum yum more! i like how it's swimming in oil. does this misinformation come in tapa size and can we have a beer with that?

tgif soon.

gazpacho

my host family just lectured me in the kitchen as to all the ingredients that go into a nice cool, refreshing glass of gazpacho.

i'd eat (drink?) it, but it's not something i'd crave on a normal basis.

host papa got pissed b/c i said it tastes like fish to me.

fish! there's no fish! tomatoes, garlic, breadcrumbs, [fish], vinegar, oil, [fish essence], peppers... he's simultaneously counting it all off on his fingers for emphasis.

let me clarify. i meant to say it tastes like there should be fish floating in it.

prominent ingredients ala students have noticed about their host mamas' cooking include: oil, deep fryers, mayonnaise, potatos, garbanzo beans.

personally, i'm in love with pisto and my favorite tapas include empanada de atun and pringa.

random entry, i know. but i'm trying not to study.

oink oink.

where april went

lisboa, lagos, faro, algeciras, tangier, london, dublin, howth, liverpool.

i'm pretty sure our ryanair flight almost crashed on the way to dublin. suddenly, the .99 cent airfare deal is so clear to me. i started praying and a certain someone laughed at me, but whatevs. we're alive. i didn't want to die next to that woman anyway.

i spent this past thurs-sunday in barcelona w/ my facebook husband. i loved it, even though we had the hostel roommate from hell. this guy single handedly stunk up the 8 person bedroom. the smell not only filled the room, but went through the walls and filled our room's bathroom, shower, and toilet areas. like, i'm talking seeped through the doors and shit. even though it was pretty bad all around, i feel especially bad for the guy who had to sleep on the bottom bunk under the smelly kid.





i described it as some kind of wet feet smell, but pj's sticking to his guess of vagina.

aside from that though the hostel was nice. barcelona was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect. i was also slightly peeking at the guy who had to sleep under smelly guy. but maybe it was a pity peek b/c--for reals--words cannot describe that smell.

so yes. 4 months. 19 cities. 6 countries.

soon i'll add home to that growing list, but i've got to get through may first.

presentation wednesday and then finals soon. would it be irresponsible to skip studying and hop on the 6-hour but temptingly cheap midnight bus to madrid?

good thing i'm not irresponsible...

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sagrada familia


olympic phallus


la pedrera


park guell


museum of catalunya art


=)


casa batllo

more to come.

marruecos

we took a ferry across the strait of gibraltar over to africa and spent friday - sunday in morocco. one day i'd like to go back and visit fez and marrakech, but for our virginial excursion we spent our short time in tangier exploring the medina and zocco markets.

it reminded me a lot of the philippines.

definitely culture shock hit me a lot harder than it did with coming to spain.



come sunday we all were wishing we had more time to get to know tangier and explore the city.



i didn't take many pictures, as i somehow managed to fall UP a cliff and am now missing flaps of skin from 3 fingers, 2 knees, and a good chunk of my ego. perhaps kristen will be willing to share some of her fotos. girl was on a foto snapping craze.

my favorite part was getting lost and walking circles around the different outdoor markets. i didn't want to walk around zocco taking pictures b/c i'm sure we already stuck out enough.

cafe hafa is built on the side of a cliff overlooking the strait of gibraltar and we sat there drinking the most amazing cups of mint tea until the sunset. the atmosphere was chill - locals sat at tables playing cards, watching the water, and just enjoying life. words cannot express.

and though i'm not very eloquent, do know that the mint tea was touch yourself good.



here's kristen and shir ditching the tabeled area and moving their chairs to the very edge of the cliff. i kinda sat in the back b/c i'm clumsy.









when we first got to tangier, tim said something along the lines of "i can still be culturally sensitive and call this place a hell hole."



haha agreed! of course we were proven wrong in the end, which is definitely a good life lesson to learn.

personally, i believe there's a sense of greatness in every city, whether it be the history, the art, architecture, or even the people and sense of community. however, there's also an underbelly side to every city. we just happened to see the underbelly first...

in further travel news, we're leaving tomorrow night for our london/dublin/howth/liverpool trip. hopefully we'll get to meet up with jp in londres. back by may 1st!