Like a vacation on Avenue C. Sharing the old bungalow with two pugs and a hamster.
Its my name: Marisa means "of the sea". I suppose it is suiting. I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and other pieces of my day. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.
Ask me anything
November 21, 2012
Housesitting
August 15, 2012
August 14, 2012
Machu Picchu to LAX
Five days of treck, Matchu Pitchu, train, bus, sleep, taxi, airplane, layover in Lima, airplane layover in Mexico City, airplane, LAX, home, sleep.
June 21, 2012
June 19, 2012
Big Cities and California Summers
I am leaving the country, the continent even, on Thursday. Departure 1:45pm LAX. I am drowning in anticipation of what new things may come, but I will miss Summer at home, surfing Sapphire like I did today, being with my family, laying in the sun. All of a sudden, South American Winter in a big city seems daunting and what I already know and love is so much easier. But if I always did what was easy, my life would be rather boring. So I raise a glass to being a little afraid and some premature homesickness.
