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
My goodness, the Spanish people are nice. In particular, my landlords. On the day we moved in, my landlady was there with the trucks. Which one would expect, to sign papers and pass along the keys. Not, however, to help us unpack boxes and move in. All while wearing fabulous, knee-high boots. She came over … More Hospitality is a Verb
A confession: In the past, when I saw a clothesline in an urban area, I assumed poverty . Pants, shirts and pajama bottoms fluttering in the breeze seemed a bit, well….third world. I’m accustomed to my ever-running clothes dryer, and the mindless, fluffy warm goodness it brings. I’m used to my walls and my doors … More Communion Via Laundry
Our children are funny, smart, and caring little people. Yet, they have next to no appreciation for Moorish architecture or flying buttresses. Except, perhaps, that buttress has the word “butt” in it. I am not surprised about this. When asked, my oldest described a perfect day as “I would go to the beach and have … More Succumb to Wonder
I’m not loving my kitchen table. It’s loaner furniture–wobbly, charmless, and bland. It’s a symbol for life in temporary housing. Not really here, not really there. A purgatory of broken light switches, swarming ants, and washing the same four forks every day. I recognize how lucky we are to even be here in temporary housing. … More Loaner Furniture