My husband ran his first road race on Friday. He’s an avid runner back home, having completed numerous marathons and other races of varying distances. And here, of course, it was a bit different. The race was supposed to start at five. Paul finally started running at six. At the end of the race, the … More Unpacking Gender in Spain
My dad often says that he’s grateful that he wasn’t born in the middle ages. He has terrible eyesight, and would surely be labeled the village idiot for all his running into poles. When I talk to him next, I will mention that there’s another way to be a village idiot: 1. Move to a foreign … More Village Idiot
Due to a delicious combination of negative self-talk, a tight budget, and laziness, I have been a slob my entire life. Let’s just take a look through the iPhoto archieves: Yes. That happened. And then– I moved here and saw six year old girls wearing knee-high leather boots and perfectly knotted scarves. I watched women … More Spanish Fashion. And Me.
People ask, “Are things as good for you in Spain as they appear on the computer?” Meaning: Are you really that happy? Well, yes. And no. I am, by nature, a person who seeks connection. I like to chit-chat with the people that flit in and outof my day. But here’s my reality: I spend … More Just How it Is.
There is currently a 23% unemployment rate in Spain. A 21% tax is added to everything. You don’t even want to know the price of gas. Times are tough for the Spanish. And I am acutely aware of my privilege. I can buy gas, products, and food at a discounted rate at the base. I … More Rooted