Guadalajara, Two Pueblos.

It seems a little nuts that it’s already September. But the proof is in the trees already changing colors and the nights that need blankets and a quick shiver before crawling into bed. Plus all the Virgo birthdays! This past weekend was the first one where I didn’t have urgent deadlines, so the bae and…

Best of 2018, My Version

Among all that foolishness out there in the world, I was determined to find some good things about the past year. Which is why I’ve made a list of some of my personal bests of 2018.

Tasting Spain – Part Two (Down in the Deltebre)

An unexpected trip to southeastern Spain (at least that’s what I’m calling it) ended with the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had in my mouth on purpose. Sea nettles done paella style in rice. In the Deltebre, I thought I’d be adventurous and try a dish specific to the area. Something with rice. At this…

Holiday Hate, Holiday Love (and Madrid)

I used to hate Christmas and the holiday season in general. Every time November rolled around and that damn turkey came out, I turned into the Grinch, Grumpy Cat, and Maleficent all rolled into one. Obviously, without the cool outfits. I know the exact reason too. I’m nothing if not aware of my own traumas…

In the evening.

She wanders (wonders) the city at night, not searching. Cobblestones click under her shoes. The sunset fades. Her ears drink up the flood of Spanish, lisping and delicioso, oddly sensual on even the plainest of lips. She’s content with it all—the autumn evening that sinks gentle teeth into her shoulders, the winding streets leading to…

Spain – a little ahead of myself.

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with driving. The love, MY love, is mostly about and for Z. Alice Cooper, my Ice Blue Mini Cooper 2-door Hardtop. She’s sleek and pretty and goes 100 miles an hour without you feeling it. Sitting in her number one seat with the radio blasting, the windows down, the…