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...

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