I write, cook, and run. Amongst other things. Like cuddling. And drinking wine and whisky (with moderation). With or without friends. But friends I like. Especially friends who appreciate good food and dancing (to guilty pleasure tunes).
Somehow looking for a place to call home, somehow not. Somehow never feel like packing up. Somehow maybe there's no certain somewhere. Not for me.
While some of my friends seem to be settling down and playing with and/or realizing the idea of having a somewhat solid sense of home and also kids, I prefer fantasising about future adventures in far-off countries. And so I guess I'm just yet another wild seed. I'll let the wind carry me.
Brutti, sporchi e cattivi, Black cat, white cat, Spring, summer autumn, winter and spring, ALMODÓVAR, Mi mejor enemigo, Amores Perros, Y tu mamá también, WES ANDERSON...
The Wire, Oz, Six feet under, Twin Peaks, Angels in America, Breaking bad, Girls, Parks and recreation, Little house on the prairie, In Treatment, Broad City.
Music: After being seriously brainwashed in Central America, trying to forget about Romeo Santos and Nicky Jam (oh-so-catchy though!). Junip, Daughter, Alt-J, Joni Mitchell. Right now.
Food is just so important. These days, anything chipotle will do. And eggs. Always eggs. I also love most things pickled.
Places I'd like to visit and/or revisit.
Bagels with cream cheese.
Poached eggs on toast.
A possible allergy to ginger cats.
Irregular Spanish verbs.
Yerba mate tea.