Travels in Constants: An Interlude

My most memorable moment of planning our trip was figuring out how we were going to get ourselves from Porto to Granada as quick and cheap as possible. Someone had written that “only a devout masochist” would bus between those two cities. I had heard horror stories of busses in Turkey involving no air conditioning, food poisoning, and a missing passport. Two of those things are deal breakers for me so a crack of dawn flight to Madrid, a half day layover and a four hour train ride to Granada... read more...

Barrels of Port and Parcels of Precipitation

Attempting to keep up with the party pace of Portugal left us whimpering on the last day of the festival. Hours late to meet up with our walk about group we decided to venture out ourselves in a direction we hadn’t explored yet. Half an hour into our wanderings we stumbled upon the group just as the clouds began to give way to drizzle. Miguel, our joint secret tour crush, bought us a bottle of port wine to sip on while we trudged through the misty streets of Porto. Assuming... read more...

Chances for a New Life with Billy Shakes

Being blindfolded and asked to shoot an arrow at the map of the world is how I would describe my voyage to Portugal and then Spain this June. I had a vision of what this year was going to consist of and the central theme was music festival’ing. My pal Mateo and I had the same idea as everyone else this side of the equator this summer, and decided to make the pilgrimage down to Coachella. I take it selling out before I could gasp in disbelief as a sign... read more...

sacred soul surjery

Imagine the one thing that you carry around everywhere that gives you a sense of comfort in your life. It’s probably that fossilized shark tooth in your pocket, or the Burts Bee’s lip balm in your bag, or even that hemp bracelet your best friend brought back from a beach in California. For me it’s my bird and tree covered day planner. Every single hang out, show and adventure memory is documented within those yearly pages. Now imagine it stowed away in your sisters suitcase and ended up in Toronto... read more...

as listened to from the tent

I feel like I’m poking my head into a big empty auditorium with all the lights dimmed, accompanied by the sensation of doom that the janitor is going to catch me sneaking around. I always intended this blog to be updated at least once a week with my latest exploits waiting for you to visually devour them. It has turned into a mini series of novels that goes on hiatus for unexplained amounts of time only to return to three issues being released at once. My goal of not being... read more...

a Tycho kind of weekend

The soundtrack to the whole weekend was mostly Sasquatch bands that I was researching at the time. The one artist that stood out a whole lot was Tycho. His music is what Tofino sounds like, if Tofino had a theme song it would be the entire Dive album by Tycho. In fact you should probably start listening to it now and go back to the beginning of these posts and read them all again with an added element of understanding! Our last day in Tofino was my actual birth date.... read more...

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