Friday

¡volare, cantare!


(peggy guggenheim)


i had a comically awful week, albeit one with a marvelous sense of timing. laughing goes a long way. as does dancing. sometimes, though, the only thing a girl can do is run away to spain. so, when a friend pointed out outrageously low airfares to barcelona this afternoon, we bought tickets immediately. it will take a few months to reach mediterranean waters, so for now i'll just dance the night away!