imagine a town made by maar volcanoes. they explode when rising lava hits groundwater. during the summer there will be large banquets. the entire town square is filled with tables sporting white tablecloths, later ti-died with wine (a sign of a good time) and there is music and dancing late into the night. the village residents carve out volcanic stone heads, a tradition, inlaid on the facades of many of the townhouses. horses charge on for miles racing a horizon blind to an end. cosmic ambition is a frequent plight of the villagers, who believe they will live for all of eternity.
another european tour: this time from stockholm to antwerp train to paris to end up on an island in sweden. film fried through multiple x ray machines never enough time for a hand check. laughs and tears mostly laughs the water was cold but everything else was so hot. stockholm had great beer and decent wine maybe the best duck ragu l ever had. 24 hours in antwerp bed & breakfast but missed the breakfast toured the dries office and had some more decent wine. train into paris on the hottest day of their year. still got escargot. love you emma. little plane back to sweden turbulence was with us. ferry through the archipelago docked on ängsö. island with no roads no cars just some more decent wine.
full story up on vogue, link in bio :*
