A Stubborn Old Scot

She sat down wearing an orange sweater that was too loosely knit for a woman like her. Meaning maybe thirty years ago it would’ve been appropriate. She had fashionably cut blond hair, stereotypically off kilter Scottish teeth, and surprisingly enough , a tan. She never faced me and she only queried briefly if she could…

Vignette #4

American-Chinese Relations by Jamie Mohan Curtain raises on a small kitchen. All of the burners have food cooking on them, the sink is full, the table is cluttered. A young asian woman, DAISY, is cutting vegetables at one side of the counter. A young, Caucasian male, JAMIE, is cutting chicken on the other side of the counter. We enter…

Vignette #3

The curtain rises on a young man, Jamie, sitting alone, reading on a train platform that is desolate except for the one Spanish paramilitary patrolling.  Paramilitary: Aienaoatuchnnctiaonvnoerw anoeivn aoienvea? (Pointing at Jamie’s backpack. Writer’s note: the unintelligible scribbling in this line is poking fun at the unintelligible, ancient Basque language.) Jamie: What? (Sliding the backpack towards the paramilitary) Paramilitary:…

Two Aussies Walk Into a Hostel

It’s a small ridiculously huge world, but sometimes it feels small. When every Aussie in Europe is at the same Valencian hostel, it feels small. It feels smaller and funnier after the following events. Several Australians, an American, and a Canadian are milling about a kitchen in a hostel. A loud, stereotypical Australian man wearing a singlet…

Festes de Gracia

By mid-afternoon I was convinced today was a bust. I was tired. I’ve been tired. I didn’t want to walk around and see Barcelona. It was just a lot of people. A lot of tourists. A lot of shit. So I read. But I was too tired to really read. I had heard about a…

It Was Midnight In Paris

Today we went to Versailles. Versailles is for “France and all Her glories.” It was stunning. Beautiful. There were gardens and we walked in them and they were overwhelming. And then came the part of the day I hope I never forget. If eighty years from now I am alive, and healthy and lucky, I…