…why not spend most of that in Andalusia? See what ideas we cooked up when a friend visited us for four weeks.
Two nights in Barca (nicknames because we know each other now), seven (?) in Greece (it still confuses me), and I think three in Madrid. I will never plan such a crazy, convoluted vacay again. May you be just as inspired by our madness.
Are ruffly skirts catching your eye as you peruse the latest spring fashion? After this past weekend, now I’m just thinking feria…
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 […]
This isn’t really a story about Vejer. And it’s a little less about Christmas Eve than about my pregnancy-induced anxiety. But mostly, it’s just about Penny, our sweet, little, precocious, coyote-fruitbat of a dog. Let’s start on the morning after our overnight trip to Vejer: Vejer, Spain, December 24th, 7:00 am: It’s 7 am and […]