Gone Crabbing

I knelt down to scoop up a small crab. It was the same shade of brown as the mud and only visible by its scuttling pointed legs. Tiny holes bubbled and served as escape hatches for the luckier ones. I plopped the crab into my bucket to meet its friends who were nibbling on strips…

The Beach Hustler

“What did you say your name was?” “Mahesul” I logged it as Hustle, which wasn’t so hard to remember given his next offer. “What is your plan tomorrow?” “Well…we…” “Meet me at 5am. I take you out on the water.” I raised my eyebrow at my boyfriend. The man had fiercely glittering eyes and a toothy…

Show me the way to Cristo Blanco!

Our ankles twist off the cobbles as the snarling dog pack heads our way. A brown stray with clumps of fur dangling from his hind leg edges towards us, and the steep road falls away to the valley behind. From above, our picture is framed with a backdrop of grey granite hemmed with ashen grass,…