On a semi-permanent vision quest
Years ago while in Latin America, I uploaded a few iPhone photos to Unsplash.
While I’ve kept up with one of Chichen Itza doing big numbers (~4.5 million views), I accidentally stumbled onto my photo of Tikal’s Temple of the Masks on Smithsonian Magazine’s website the other day.
My friend Jesús Benavides carved this self-representation of what living with MS feels like.
I think it belongs in a museum. He responded, “It’s already there, in my street museum.”
We drove Holly down to Madrid a couple of weeks ago. It was the first time I had left Galicia/Portugal in two years. We were dropping her off to her new owner.
We were selling her because we found this blue Smurf of a camper van online and were looking to upgrade.
Although a few years older, this one sleeps four comfortably, has a fixed bed, rotating seats, automatic transmission, and a solar panel. But most importantly, we can stand up in this one.
The house project has all but stalled, but this fall we’ve got other priorities: preparing the Molly to head south for the winter, new work responsibilities, and taking a breather from an intense summer at the finca.
I spent the weekend in O Grove and finally walked around the north shore of the peninsula. I thought Foxos and A Lanzada were nice, but passing the uncrowded Pipas, Reboredo, Mexiloeira, Piñeirón, Barreiriño, and Carreiro beaches with calm and turquoise water felt like I was on a different continent.
Here’s the laguna near to praia Mexiloeira.