Sunshine and Siestas and…sandstorms?
The porch lights reflect off the pool shared by the twelve or so villas that surround it. It's twilight, not yet 6 p.m. on a Saturday, and the low rumble…
The porch lights reflect off the pool shared by the twelve or so villas that surround it. It's twilight, not yet 6 p.m. on a Saturday, and the low rumble…
2020 will be the year that the world stopped for so many. But for me, it's the year I got to live in France. France was a lovely little séjour,…
In a little old house that was covered with vines, lived 12 little girls in two straight lines. For as long as I can remember, I have been borderline obsessed…
Updated November 2025 - but written from a 2018 perspective I have lived in Spain for eleven years - we are now in the double digits. The only things…
As soon as I’d said the word, I clasped my hand over my mouth. “Gracias." Not an aspirated graciaaaaaaahhhhh, the final syllable lingering like an afterthought. A full pronounced grah-cee-us.…
I could have easily been in a neighborhood pub back home in Chicago. Armed with two guiri friends and a stomach that hadn't eaten all day, I ordered a cheeseburger…