Manarola 6.13.14
Back back back to Cinque Terre. The train couldn’t have moved fast enough. How silly to be escaping one of the most beautiful romantic...
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jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
A Secret 6.13.14
The seven of us return from Cinque Terre with enchantment percolating in us. A tribe has emerged. In class our teacher Jonathan asks us...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
Seaward 6.9.14
The seven of us return from Cinque Terre with enchantment percolating in us. A tribe has emerged. In class our teacher Jonathan asks us...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
Birthdays 6.5.14
Our teacher Jonathan reminds me of my step-dad. Both tumbled out of the Punk Rock era, are on their third marriage, are sweet and a...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
Reading at Palazzo Strozzi 6.4.14
Quiet and timeless, this room. Untouchable. All the old books behind beautiful cages of iron. They all look the same. Ancient and sand...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
The Room 6.3.14
The room. It’s small and sparse. Tile floor, high ceilings, white walls, simple furniture–a white wardrobe, a bedside table, a twin bed,...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
Class 6.2.14
Class. Back in class. I just finished classes and now here I am. Here. Same same but different, as they say in India. So different. The...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
Venice 6.1.14
The train. I catch it at Firenze, Santa Maria Novella. I am meeting my best friend and her boyfriend in Venice for the weekend. Cell...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
Sleep 5.27.14
Sleep. Last night was the first night since leaving my dorm in New York City on the 12th of May that I have slept more than one...
jenparkhill
- Sep 24, 2018
A View From the Sky 5.23.14
Home. I touched it for a moment and now I am back in motion, back on the road, on to seek a new adventure. I’ve forgotten how to stand...
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