So. Here I am, still a bit shaky, sitting at a table in a cheap motel in Pittsburgh that smells like wet dog soaked in ashtray. But after the last 4 days it's a tiny victory. And a slice of heaven...

Returning to Ometepe Island was not the homecoming I thought it would be. It felt very homely the last time I was here and I imagined it would feel even more so returning, but instead, I’ve been feeling increasingly alien. And though I feel I can make myself belong by putting down roots and being

I guess this album is going to be an ongoing project…

What is going on??? Eight days ago I left freezing cold Pittsburgh city and flew, smack back to my love’s arms, whisked off to a treehouse paradise and the merciless heat of Nicaragua. 30C, 95F and 65{a9f0d31f6175b3e4775e11a66c07db268fb74408d6095f6b46eeec420c0e9f62} humidity. Now I’m back on the island of Ometepe just a couple of days ago. In two weeks