the magic of flying

i do not like to fly. but i am a traveler, so, its a necessary hurdle that i must get over every time i embark on a journey.  my least favorite part is take off and landing, however… it is also the most magical moment. it is when i am slightly removed from ground level…

gringa goes glocal

the adventurous ideas and endeavors got side tracked and i somehow got sucked into san francisco. how does one survive in the urban jungle?  it definitely doesn’t feel like gotham city like my last stomping ground… yet not nearly as artisticly inspiring. but who has time for art anyway? i work the 9-5 or… 8-6…