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Hi, I'm Brigid! I never forget a dog, listen to a million podcasts, and try to read too many books at the same time. Come hang out!

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Seven Churches is even better when you visit seven altars of repose in seven churches you've never seen in a city you're visiting for the first time. Providence isn't Rome, but it has beautiful parishes and plenty of Italians, so the Seven Churches feels pretty close to the original.

It was going to be a short rest, but then this living weighted blanket settled on my legs.

Good morning from me, a person not currently traveling but exclusively posting travel photos anyway. I'm definitely not in Ireland.

Beautiful tobacco drying in the breeze. If I smoked a cigar right now, I would cough forever. Having pneumonia bites. I'm technically "better" and "not contagious" but still using two inhalers and coughing non-stop! Ban pneumonia!

While we were in Havana, one of the places I was most excited to see was Fusterlandia. I knew Fusterlandia was a communitarian art project created by José Rodriguez Fuster, but what I didn't know was that he began the project during the Special Period (a time of deep hardship and economic crisis in Cuba following the collapse of the Soviet Union) in his home fishing village Jaimanitas. Through the proceeds of selling his paintings and ceramics, Fuster began the painstakingly beautiful process of turning his own home, eighty other homes, the health clinic, public pools, and more into gorgeous mosaic that honor Cuban culture and history. I'm laying in bed with the cat weeks later and many miles away, but I'm looking at my Fuster tile -- a little reminder of how art can transform suffering and community.

Hannah is off the gram for now, but she did bring home our prettiest new roommate, Echo, yesterday.

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