El Violin: Valencia ( A Love Poem to the Spanish City of Oranges

Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark "Rhythmic swells reverberate trough my lungs. The back streets of Valencia. Back street Europe. Romani enclaves and gypsy parts of town. We'll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff sangria, smartly bashful in red-faced delerium. For it is Spring and the blossoms have begun to sing.  A nod to blanco nerium" A poem to the City of Oranges. An Open Love Letter to the City of Valencia, Spain.

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Abbot Kinney Part II: ZenBunni

We stumbled away from Another Kind of Sunrise high on good food and despite this the lure of chocolate never wore off. I felt like a child longing for a view into Willie Wonka's chocolate factory. Knowing that what lies beyond contained the secret of cacao alchemica; that is, the transformation of cacao from plant to … Continue reading Abbot Kinney Part II: ZenBunni

A case in Airbnb

There's a new craze going from town to town, calling on travelers to break the mundane and deconstruct that rigid barrier between local and outsider. This movement is manifest in vehicles such as Airbnb. If you're unfamiliar with the concept think of it as a refined, more mature approach to hosteling or couchsurfing. Which never really took … Continue reading A case in Airbnb