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as I strike out between jobs to learn and practice ways to live in harmony, to write and draw a lot, and to open myself wide to the rough beauty of new places and people, I also want to steal heirloom vegetable seeds and take them back to plant in Maine
Here I am, rumpled and living. Where to begin? There are my tastes: vegetarian opulence, books, strong chocolate and coffee, medieval art and writing and architecture, psych folk, community organizing and social movements, novels and poems, abstract painting, drawing, deserts and canyons and water, solitude, lovely people, farming, local food and just commerce.
Everyday seems to hold a different balance of these different interests and passions. I am trying to find ways to bring them together in projects and communities: deserts with people, art with gardens, medieval books with abstract painting. Sometimes it works and sometimes people have no idea what I am talking about.
Then there's how I am, which a little harder to tack to the wall: ready to see beauty, setI to laugh, enthusiastic but pessimistic, a little bit sharp, intense, quick to give a hug.
I look forward to getting to know you, whoever you are.
Why I’m on Couchsurfing
HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING
This community is such a wonderful idea. I am curious to get to know people through it here in Spain, try it out, then take what I learn back with me to Maine. If you live in Spain and would be willing to show me a bit about the beautiful place where you live, please let me know! And if you are traveling in the US in the future and want to spend time in the woods or by the ocean in Maine,or want to know where to go in California, please contact me.
I have only crashed on the couches of friends--this winter, in a sunny, bare Brooklyn apartment, to visit an old friend with a new job. She took me to her favorite coffee shop, to prospect park, to the Brooklyn museum--to places she loves. I left with images and conversations ringing in my head of a real New York.
In the past, visiting people in their homes has offered me some of my richest memories, I think because you see into someone's world.
One of the most vivid couchsurfing memories I have happened in India. Two friends and I had been traveling for months in pensions and hostels, on buses, making friends with strangers and dodging sketchy rickshaw drivers. We were delighted but exhausted. My friend invited us to spend a few days with him and his extended family in the little town where his parents grew up. There, his grandmother teased us for our stupid questions and fed us to bursting with wonderful food: his mother told us the stories she grew up with on a river boat. It was magical to be welcomed inside their family, to have a taste of ordinary life, instead of skimming the surface of the place.
Countries I’ve Visited
Greece, India, Italy, Kenya
Countries I’ve Lived In
France, Spain, United States