Thanksgiving Turkeys and Triumphs
Can I admit something, at the risk of sounding like a bad American? I never liked Thanksgiving as a kid. My mind keeps going to the hours of preparation at my…
The Hardest Goodbye
Morgan almost never became our family dog. Nancy had her heart set on a black and brown furball that kept running into the sides of the cardboard box the half…
Wildlife abounds at my suegro's farm, including these pure bred Andalusian beauties
Everybody Was Pueblo-Timing
Everyone in Spain is, sorry to tell you, not fútbol- or flamenco-obsessed. Not everyone in Spain loves jamón. Not everyone in Spain speaks Castillian. But, yes, everyone in Spain has a…
Cheap Whiskey + tunos = noise complaint
Eight Simple Rules for Surviving Your Spanish Apartment
It's January, time for a new start, or perhaps a new outlook. Or maybe even a new living situation. When you're abroad, you undoubtedly expect the best when it comes…
Disclaimer: this photo was NOT taken with a nice camera.
Say hello to my little friend.
I want to introduce you to someone. His name is Camarón, not to be confused by the other one from la Isla. Clearly the most expensive thing I've ever bought,…
C is for Cookie (and calories).
Three Ways to Beat Holiday Blues Abroad
Author's Note: I was overwhelmed at the personal responses I got from my last post, from friends and other bloggers alike. I am by no means giving up on Spain…