I took this photo on Good Friday, 2019. It was early morning, a short time after I had landed in Dublin, and I recall feeling so fortunate to be exactly where I was at that very moment. It had been quite a few years since I been to Ireland and this long awaited trip nearly … Continue reading Rise up
As of mid morning on Monday my hair still smelled like woodsmoke from Saturday night’s bonfire on Herring Cove beach. I washed it later in the day, but delaying the shampooing allowed the odor to linger in a lame attempt to cling to the week I had just spent at the Cape. It ended too … Continue reading (Not) Letting go
Yeah, you. My reader. It's been more than 7 years, 2 domains and a divorce since DelSo was born. Over the years I've shared a lot of my life and self here, in print. You, as a reader, have come to know me on some level from my words. What makes you return here (assuming … Continue reading Who are you?
Last week while I was in Barcelona I ran four consecutive days, including the very day we arrived. The leisurely pace of our vacation and the magnetic pull of the Mediterranean made taking a run an impulse that I could not deny. It was a gift I gave to myself, almost a souvenir that took … Continue reading Running reflections
Maybe I've gotten a little too blasé about traveling. What was once approached with actual penned lists, which were meticulously cross checked, has become a much more casual affair. I select a few favorite items of clothing and then flesh out my travel wardrobe while trying to remain committed to a color scheme. Navy blue … Continue reading 8 days in Europe on 80 euros
Have you ever listened to this album by Miles Davis? It's one of my favorites and sets the mood for so many things - a romantic dinner, a quiet conversation, time alone with your special someone. Add it to your playlist and thank me later, ok? Now that you've got that going, let me share … Continue reading Sketches of Spain
It's been amazing how quickly I've adjusted to Barcelona's late night schedule. I can only explain it as a magical alignment of being an early person and having the advantage of a six hour time difference. Whatever the reason, it's working for me and I haven't struggled at all with this temporary life of sleeping … Continue reading Eating up Barcelona