A Stopover in Bilbao
The moorish palaces and bustling streets of Andalusia quickly faded into vast deserts and mountain ranges—the occasional highway or small town here and there. On the descent, clouds began to form, and in an instant, the mountains erupted with lush forests spilling over granite cliffs into the valleys below. Villages of red-tiled houses punctuated the landscape with the question: why weren’t we staying here longer?
World Travel: Day One
I woke up to a notification on my phone from American Airlines: “Your flight from DCA to BOS will now depart at 6:30pm.” Groggy from the late night packing away our lives outside of the carry-on and backpack each, I struggled to remember when that flight was supposed to leave in the first place. “Delayed” appeared in red lettering across my phone.