Saturday

John is sleeping next to me on the couch. He's on his back with his legs and arms curled in, like a big pill bug. He's adorable. I'm suddenly feeling an urge to write "balls" on his face in sharpie.

So I'll focus on this post instead.

Summer is quickly approaching. It's the time of year I always associate with traveling. Every year, my parents would load the three of us kids into the camper and head for Canada. We'd spend a week getting from San Diego to the lake where my dad's family has a cottage, in Western Ontario, spend a few weeks there, then take another week to get back to California. I got to a see a lot of really beautiful places: Zion National Park, The Grand Canyon, Lake Powel, Devil's Tower, the Badlands in South Dakota...etc. We even went to New Mexico one year. I've seen some breathtaking vistas. While that tradition petered out as we got older, I still get the compulsion to GO somewhere every July.

Increasing the need, I got a postcard from my big brother today. He's in Spain with his new badass g/f. They're taking a few months to gallivant around Europe together--so far they've been to France, and they go on to Italy, Greece and Egpyt soon. I am jealous! Especially as I try to study for an exam on ancient Egyptian, Greek, and Roman environmental arts. I would much rather SEE all those awesome ruins than read about them/ be tested on them. Alas, I will have to be content to relive my journeys via old photos. Here's one taken in Barcelona, in 2005, at the most awesome Park Guell. Gaudi had such an ecclectic sense of beauty. Even today, when people are so primed to accept new things, his work is still striking. But enough gushing about Gaudi.

I made a quick piece of "art" with the stamp from chris' postcard and some gouache left over from my color theory class. And here we are.

Back to the books for me.

always, carolyn