La Isla Bonita

Sand Dunes in the south part of Gran Canaria Island.
Sand Dunes in the south part of Gran Canaria Island.
I love maps. I grew playing this game where I’d spin this old globe my mom and I had found in some glorified dump, and let my finger tip graze the gliding cylinder until it stopped. Where my finger landed was some exotic location I would imagine my adult self traveling to. It was like geographic fortune telling. Sometimes I would force it stop on the places I thought were the most unlikely to ever explore, like Asia, Egypt, or a chain of islands off the coast of Africa. (more…)

A tope

Pinching my way up the beautiful tufas in Terradets.
Pinching my way up the beautiful tufas in Terradets.
I’ve been wanted to make some sort of graph to demonstrate our moving/ migration/ gypsy pattern. I don’t know, like a pie graph or circle graph or something? I can’t really figure out how to create a physical representation of where we’ve been over the past years. I do know that no matter the graph there will always be at least one bubble, line, mark, notch or whatever for Spain. (more…)

que proxima?

People chill and skaters skate outside the MACBA in Barcelona Spain.
People chill and skaters skate outside the MACBA in Barcelona Spain.
There’s a kind of nervousness I get when I’m watching someone on a redpoint/send attempt, that’s different than my own pre-send jitters. I get all excited while I watch the climber from the ground. I start to wonder how they’re feeling on the route, (more…)

Bueno…

30343_10151125686247414_1574281786_n I had one of those amazing revelations the other night when I was laying in bed on the brink of sleep. It was some kind of epiphany about a connection amidst the world’s craziness, a kind of key to often pondered questions. It was an idea so simple and true it was blindingly obvious. In fact it was so clever I knew I would never forget it, and dismissed the desire to snag my notebook and jot it down. (more…)