Melissa Melissa Barcelona | Travel Essays

It’s around 2 AM. I’m scrunched up, in the corner of a beautiful closet. A foot away from me, is one of my oldest friends, also named Melissa. Between us, a bottle of dry, cheap red wine from a market down the block. I’m reciting Sylvia Plath’s fig tree quote from “The Bell Jar”, with…

Excited and uncomfortable.

I’ve finalized my upcoming winter adventure. I’m excited – mostly in quiet moments, where I’m not thinking about my very trivial day to day problems. I was driving in my car this morning, and heard Of Monsters & Men on the radio – and just freaked out. It’s been two years since I’ve been to…