Liminal Space Club

I’m packing to go back to Paris … to pack. Our Roma stint is coming to an end; here I am on my knees, packing again. The sky changes drastically from day to day. Yesterday I was downtown in shorts and sandals, and today it’s raining and gray. There seems to be no consistency to…

May 1st was spent grilling seafood with new friends under a very cooperative blue sky. Our host, Fabio, told us that summers can be unbearably hot here in Rome. “The sky is so blue, and the sun beats down so hard. I prefer the humidity in Manila.” Thing is, high temperatures don’t faze me. Two…

I feel really silly thinking back on all the bitching I did when I was packing stuff to take along to Qatar. Because now, with a child in tow, it’s much, much harder. So much harder that I’ve had a headache for the past couple of days. Again, the malle, our big blue trunk, is…