Six Months

Six months. That’s the magic window, people say, when you start to feel at home in a new place. And….they seem to be correct. I do. It helps that the sun is finally out, and hopefully out to stay. We wear short sleeves and sandals. A gritty line of sand remains in the shower, after … More Six Months


Questions from friends about our life here: Where exactly does the rain fall over there? It rains on the rooftops, and it continues to drizzle, sometimes for two or three days in a row. It puddles by the orange trees, and pelts the mar and playa. It rains on the streets, dimming the candles of … More Q&A