This sea and conflict of alliances were all brewing the next afternoon under that intense Spanish sun one year after moving there,
Cold frittata for lunch. Good God thank You for That. It went from sitting in the blast of air from the european fridge in american tupperwear to the blue lid being screwed off and rounded ‘Cereal Killer’ spoon plunging inside. My hunger has made this thing Whole. Thank God it was declined by the husband […]
Rota…the feminine form of the adjective “broken” in Spanish, something that was in motion but is no longer working. What a fitting sentiment. I wish I could provide a better description for this new home of ours, except, we haven’t been here very long and it’s been slow going. Cody and I have been staying […]
Think of it like Expat Blues, Where-Am-I-Insomnia, or What-Have-I-Been-Doing-With-My-Life-Introspection. People document this stuff every day and charge you $30 to read about it. I’ve decided to write about it here.