• Lifestyle

    A POSTCARD THANK YOU NOTE

    For as long as I can remember my grandfather has smoked cigars. Never cigarettes (at least not in my lifetime), only cigars. With a glass of red wine or beer and a cigar balanced between his fingers, he always looked like the most elegant man to me. Cigars smell like home, cigar boxes carry their scents better than anything else, and so these wooden sticker-loaded boxes have always held a very special space in my heart. This one is my favorite. Hunter green and yellow, a red logo and multiple labels. It´s clasp a tiny nail that does a surprisingly good job at keeping it securely closed. Inside this treasure…

  • Travel

    72 HOURS IN MADRID

    Saturday, July 13th, 5:25. My alarm goes off, almost immediately silenced by the delicious click of the snooze button I press in hopes of catching up with the three hours of sleep I´m missing- in eight minutes. Dizzy with excitement, nauseous from a lack of eating, and star-struck by being spoken to in Spanish (seven years of Spanish class and I couldn´t say more than hola to the good looking flight attendant), our trip began. I would like to start this off by saying that three days are not enough to explore Madrid and al it contains. In the three days I spent in my new favorite place, I made…