As a child, I remember being mad when I learned that my aunt read my journal, especially since I just wrote an entry there about her bad cooking. My diary (as how we call it back then) was the one place I was allowed to be freely unorthodox and completely truthful, even if unpleasant. Now, as a grown-up, I understand there are greater offenses far worse than a bad recipe; it's withholding your conviction for fear of disapproval. It is why I designed a journal that's spread open. This time, you're invited to stay and read.

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You will find all sorts of things here: factual information, editorial, musings, and also mischief.

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The blog itself is an ode to Spain -- a country of unapologetic contradictions where both the words "relaxed" and "passionately loud" are valid ways to describe it in the same sentence. The name Calles de las Chispas (which I invented) is meant to give credit to a real and consistent experience: walking its cities and its forever interesting streets (calles) invites mind spark (chispa).  I am indebted to its narrow alleyways and unexpected corners; exploring them is a meditation in motion. My hope is to capture those bursts of errant thoughts and express them here, for I am finally in a place where creative literacy is acknowledged and celebrated.