Preface to these 12 posts, here.
June was all about The Wah: best friends when we were fourteen, we had fallen out of touch over the years. Somehow, we’d always remained just within in each others’ orbits, but we didn’t realize how much so until she came to visit. We had an amazing meeting of the minds on all manner of levels: and it was striking to share all of our parallel moments. Her visit, in the midst of an icky-sticky heat wave, was the perfect excuse to make encore visits to Karlovy Vary and Berlin.
While the Wah was in town, the fierceness that is Rhacel arrived, as well: having never met her in person, but knowing her sister and having many peeps in the great Pinoy art/academic mafia in common, it was an unexpected treat to finally connect, in Prague, of all places. She, The Wah and I traipsed around together a bit, and then she rather kindly widened my circle of friends in Berlin by making a few introductions, so that when The Wah and I went there, we had quite the social whirlwind. I also finally connected with Vanini, another member of the PA/A mafia, in Berlin: somehow, this month, it all started coming together for me in Europe.
Best Day Ever: discovering that my beloved Žižkov TV Tower had reopened, RIGHT after The Wah and I had found matching house dresses in a thrift store:
The Woff, The Wah, The Rha:
Karlovy Vary spas are way more Cuckoo’s Nest than dolphin music:
Thrift store fabulousness in Prenslauerberg, Berlin:
The truly phenomenal first room of the Film Museum in Berlin: