Candle Wax

We came for the candle wax. Or, at least my kids did. A tradition during the Semana Santa processionals in my town (and most other towns in Andalucia) is that children carry small balls of foil with them. The hooded penitentes drip wax from their velasĀ onto the balls. Over the years, the wax balls of … More Candle Wax

My Inner Gaudi

I walked through the stairwell of Gaudi’s Casa Batllo. It was a gray, wet day outside, but the space glowed. Blue tiles shifted from pewter to cobalt, mimicking the colors, and the other-worldly lightness of the sea. With each step, I entered deeper into Gaudi’s dream, and the genius washed over me, just as a … More My Inner Gaudi