The story of that time I went to Spain... AGAIN. Because every summer has a story. The 100% factual account by Delia Bousquet
It started on a whim. Eight weeks ago, carrying a pair of fifteen-euro sneakers bought for an impromptu 10k, I wandered into a Flying Tiger searching for a way to fill the upcoming days. I left with a massive, blank sketchbook.
If my blog represents the high-energy of my life, this scrapbook is the quiet texture of it. It’s less “too much” and more “right here.” Yes, hoarding a Mercadona bag full of paper scrap and trash in a cramped closet bedroom carries its own brand of extra, but here, it serves a purpose.
I used to think blogging was like espionage—constant observation, gathering intelligence on life as it happens. This book takes that raw, unfiltered evidence and hands it to you. It asks you to look at the discarded fragments of life and find the art in them. What do you see in the debris? Would you have looked at this piece of trash and seen something worth saving? What would your blog be about?
