My life is messy. In the literal sense, as I walk into my apartment after returning from almost a week in Santa Pola, I let out a long, arduous sigh... keep reading
Change is the only constant. That is what I consistently am learning, what I constantly forget, and what I am continually reminded of with each passing day. Spain has taught... keep reading
Today as I was leaving the gift shop inside the Valle de los Caidos (home to the remains of Francisco Franco, military dictator and president of Spain during the Spanish... keep reading
David is 6 years old and a tireless perfectionist. I peek over his shoulder as he sounds out each letter of a word while he attempts to spell it in... keep reading
So far, I've made it to the Toronto airport -- halfway to my journey to Madrid. With a 7-hour long layover, I've finally decided now is the time to write... keep reading
