Here, There, Anywhere

Yesterday, Mark and I had “the talk”, as we are wont to do every New Year’s Eve. It’s how we … More

On soup and being rude

Did you know you can’t find pre-made chicken soup in France? No broth either. And it’s not terribly common to … More

I love that I have a record here of my hare-brained ideas, so I can go back and see what … More

August is the cruelest month. Our new home in the south of France is as hot as the blazes, but … More

We were languishing in Valencia. Nothing was wrong exactly. The city center was beautiful, people were friendly, we ate well. … More

El Palmar is a small town near Valencia. It’s in the Albufera National Park and on the shore of the … More

Greetings from sunny Valencia where yes, Spanish is spoken, but the real official language appears to be Valencian. Like the … More

We’re pretty die-hard minimalists at this point in our lives. That’s not to say we don’t like stuff. I enjoyed … More

I’ve long said I should do truth-in-travel posts. Instead of a beautiful seascape, I’d show the bus stop where the … More

A brief summary of the past two years: plans were made, plans were dashed. Plans were made and dashed so … More