Christina Almeida

I AM PILDORA

A stream of lightning and a sudden crash of thunder rumbles my little loft. My heart jumps, as my pups hide under the living room table. It’s raining. No, let me rephrase that, buckets of water are falling from the black New York City sky. The dark clouds swallow the tops of gray cement buildings and the sidewalks and streets suddenly turn into a rushing river.

Christina Almeida
I AM PILDORA
Christina Almeida

Lioness

I went through some drastic changes at a young age. After moving from Mexico to the United States, my parents divorced. That was hard for me. Hard to see my mother cry and hard to see my father pack his bags. During that time, my mother cried a lot. She locked herself behind the bedroom door, so that we couldn’t see her. 

Christina Almeida
Lioness
Christina Almeida

Paris

I was 20 when I lived in Paris. I lived for the night. Like a vampire, I hid from the sun, slept all day and melted into the darkness. I smoked and drank to numb myself to the strange feeling of not belonging here or anywhere. This city was an icon of fashion and beauty worshipped by many. For me it was a harsh foreign land of opportunity and danger.

Christina Almeida
Paris
Christina Almeida

The End of History

New York is so big, yet so small. In a matter of blocks there are hundreds of stores. The entire island of Manhattan is about the same size as my hometown airport in Dallas, Texas. To find the best “local” spots and the hidden gems in this city one has to put on a scuba suit and dive deep into the streets. You must take on the role of an explorer. As a natural born voyager, I gravitate to this role happily. 

Christina Almeida
The End of History
Christina Almeida

Salt

Our journey tonight begins in New York. I write this in the midst of a battle between Winter and Spring in the city. Weathermen seem to be playing a guessing game as they predicted snow this weekend and we saw nothing but sun. However, the cold persists. Those eager for summer have started sporting their open toed shoes, while winter fanatics are clasping on to their beanies. The struggle is real.

Christina Almeida
Salt
Christina Almeida

Fairy Tales

How do I introduce myself? I thought to give you a report of my credentials, an application of my worthiness. Should I tell of my multiple degrees, work and travel experiences, a brief history of, well, me? I did write this. It was good, but it wasn’t real. I did not recognize this person. Is this really me?

Christina Almeida
Fairy Tales