Touch down in Podgorica Airport. The chill of Eastern European air encourages the hairs on my arm to stand in formation. Small pools of sweat…
For the first time on this trip, the cocaine looks unappealing. “I think I’m over it. I’ll just drink.” My mood is low — mind…
On training wheels, my older sister used to race me. If she won, she would get an orange-flavoured Chupa Chup. If I won, we would…
It was 9:30pm and happy hour had well and truly begun on Mlini – the loud and jovial boat I was allocated on my Sail…
It was my first day of a month in Spain. There I was, sitting at the Carmel Bunkers in Barcelona: a viewing point where the…
Our guide sunk his comically large paddle into the bank and pushed us away. While I half-expected us to gracefully sink into the river like…
“The game is called Presidents,” one of the French girls is saying, gesturing excitedly the way people explaining card games do, her words coming to…
I am absolutely besotted with him. We went for walks together and he pointed out all the hydrangeas on the hillside. And I knew that…
I put a drop of soap into my menstrual cup and use my hands to spread the soap around the silicon. There is something grotesque…
Buenaventura Bravo’s main job during the Spanish Civil War was getting his goats out of the village and into the mountains. This was no top-secret…
It’s a debilitating feeling losing something precious to you. The blood drains from your cheeks, but they are effervescent with anxiety. You pat down your…
Stickiness glues every inch of my clothes to me. Blaring sun blinds me from all directions. Wine fumes leave no room for fresh air on…
