Seville, I’m breaking up with you
Querida Sevilla mía, You know that age-old, “It’s not you, it’s me”? Well, it’s not me. Eres tú. We’ve reached the end of a nine-year relationship, one marked with uncertainty…
Querida Sevilla mía, You know that age-old, “It’s not you, it’s me”? Well, it’s not me. Eres tú. We’ve reached the end of a nine-year relationship, one marked with uncertainty…
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…
The smell hits me like a pata de jamón to the head: a cocktail of bathroom disinfectant, spilled hand soap, ancient pipes and bleach. And that's only if the person before me…
Updated in January 2026 with an extra decade of experience. After eighteen years calling Seville my home, I've come to know the city and its nuances – from the best…
My Spanish now-husband couldn’t help but laugh when I looked, puzzled, at our new coffee maker. I was jetlagged, yes, but also coming off six weeks of straight drip machine…
Ah, summer. My most favorite season of the year - beach days, sunshine and sleeping in. And sunburns. Always sunburns. And then I decided to plan a wedding one summer…