storytelling

Who The Hell Am I – A Poem

This is yet another identity post. I often wonder, you see… “American” is broad, so I won’t go there Dominican by birth, but people don’t care. They think I’m Cubana, sometimes Colombiana Puerto Rican, Brazilian, even Peruana. In my grandpa’s blood, Asian; in my grandma’s, French African for sure; Spain brought in the slaves. “What…

Lost Bag
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Lost Bag

I always thought it must be an awful experience when an airline loses your bag, especially a bag with your most personal and expensive belongings, including any special souvenirs you purchased during your trip. I’d never had that problem; an airline has never lost my luggage—I lost it myself. First of all, I don’t know…

Winter in Ibiza

Ibiza off-season. The end. No, really, that should be the whole story. Nothing goes on in Ibiza in January — I think this picture was taken around January two years ago. Some bars and restaurants by the beach stay open, but very few people visit. It was a ghost town with just enough tourists to…