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Bonjour. I am Frida. This is where I write about anxiety, art, trying to make art, anxiety associated with trying to make art, and other highly marketable stuff like that.
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Day 44: The End. No, an End. Santiago to Estocolmo (3 371,1k)
On my last day in Spain, I’m awoken at 5am by a thunderstorm of biblical proportions. The rain outside my window isn’t even coming down....
Oct 20, 20224 min read
Day 43: Cause Fuck It, I’m Still on the Road; Santiago to Santiago, via a Farewell to Waffles and a
I don’t expect much from Day 43. It’s the day after all of our Day in Santiago, Waffles is flying to Brussels, Fizzy Mucus and Lil’ Trump...
Oct 18, 20227 min read
Day 37: Lugo to San Roman (19,6k)
Day 37 is about food, wine, music, wine, friends, lying in the grass, and wine, with some extra time for lying in hammocks. Singing...
Oct 12, 20223 min read
Day 34: Castro to Fonsagrada (22,3k)
On Day 33, I walk into Galicia and make a beautiful connection with a girl I’ve clocked a few days previous, in Tineo, a loud and pretty...
Oct 9, 20222 min read
Day 33: Berducedo to Castro, plus the birth of Coffee Like Giraffes (28,5k)
Two things, amigos. One, we are now a WordPress! I guess it was totally time I left the lands of totally teenage aesthetics anyway. But...
Oct 9, 20225 min read
Day 13 (?) Guemes – Guemes, via All the Emotions (3,5k)
Oh wow. Where to start. It’s 09:40 on Day 13, or is it 14, I don’t know anymore. But I thought it was 14, which is supposed to be a...
Sep 21, 20229 min read
Day 4: Orio to Azkiku, via – dare we say it – Some Healthy Realisations? (18,1k)
Although I’d told myself the night before that my reasons for not getting the albergue breakfast, in addition to not wanting to spend €5,...
Sep 14, 20229 min read
“We either die of the past or we become an artist.”
The woman who wrote this was Deborah Levy but I am not sure if she is the one who thought it, or if Louise Bourgeois thought it and...
Sep 13, 20228 min read
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