Our hair whipped aside in the salty air as we leaned on each other, all of us filled with the typical study-abroad recognition of fleeting beauty: We may only get one chance to see this. But it was a thought that none of us liked, and so we swept that out to the ocean as well.
Marina again. So much sass and wit in a 9-year-old body.
The first time he asked me where I wanted to go and I said “everywhere,” he laughed. With his dimples showing, he asked, “But really?” My face crumpled into earnest seriousness and I answered again, “Everywhere.”
Marina again. She’s had a birthday recently and is full of nine-year-old sassy wit.
Sometimes I write things for other people’s blogs. Click here to read about how Barcelona became my home-away-from home and how it felt to come back at my friend’s blog, The Constant Wanderings.