Fiesta de Tosantos

Thursday is a Spanish holiday, Tosantos— All Saint’s Day. Similar to the American liturgical calendar, All Saint’s Day is a time to remember the saints that have departed this life. Relatives will often visit cemeteries to clean the graves of relatives, perhaps leaving flowers. Additionally, in Spain, they make special cakes, and sell almonds, hazelnuts, … More Fiesta de Tosantos

Home is a Table

We met our second family Saturday afternoon. Only in Espana, would I call my landlords my second family. But then, only in Spain does signing a lease involve tarta, vino, kisses and laughter. We will be living in a small city, approximately fifteen minutes from my husband’s work. It’s a glorious separation, a place where … More Home is a Table

Cafe con Meltdown

I knew that the meltdown would happen at some point. One can only survive on adrenaline and café con leche for so long. My four year old had his first day of real preschool today. He will be attending a charming full Spanish immersion preschool here at the base. His teachers possess the particular loveliness … More Cafe con Meltdown

Fortified

In our old life, my husband worked forty minutes away, at an office I never visited, with people I never met. I handled children and schools and medical care and a thousand little domestic details. I went out with friends a lot, and helped edit an online writing community. We had our own orbits. Presently, … More Fortified