From the Skyscrapers of Chicago to the Olive Groves of Southern Spain
While stopping by to see my darling suegra (spanish for mother-in-law, guiri for the mom of that Spanish dude you’re dating), she commented that her bad elbow had been flaring up lately.
I asked her if it was an old injury.
She said, “Yeah, I pinched a tendon cutting jamón and it always acts up around Christmas time.”
Love that Doña Carmen.
About Cat GaaAs a beef-loving Chicago girl living amongst pigs, bullfighters, and a whole lotta canis, Cat Gaa writes about expat life in Seville, Spain. When not cavorting with adorable Spanish grandpas or struggling with Spanish prepositions, she works in higher education at an American university in Madrid and freelances with other publications, like Rough Guides and The Spain Scoop.
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