Post-training syndrome

I want to tell you, people, that the little textil thing I sleep with smells like Posada del Valle Hotelroom now, and I sometimes have to go and smell it like an addict. And my husband is giving me weird looks when it happens. And I can’t put David Bowie’s Space Oddity out of my […]

Hello Madrid

Sitting on the almost-warm stairs of Madrid metro, trying to access Starbucks’ wifi. Wondering what you all are up to. Found a lobster today staring at me from a window totally alive on ice and spices. The memory still haunts me.