A long read, full of pictures and nostalgia.
Brought to you by vegetables and the Virgin of Pilar.
44 if you count the Greek guy with anger issues that stayed in my apartment for a month.
A waterfall running through town? Yes please.
A mystical town of legends, where apparently we all go, dead or alive.
Exactly 7 years ago, I landed in Spain to start a new life.
Things making my life better these days.
Gambas de Huelva, stand-up paddleboarding, more reading, and long afternoon siestas.
Mountains, olive trees, and tons of reading.
“It’s time to take stock, name your people, and put in the joyful work necessary to love and support them fiercely.”
The three pillars of my morning routine.
Basically the same as pretty much everyone else is doing – minus learning to knit sweaters and bake bread from scratch.
(At least that’s what the Madrileños say.)
A funky little town where you can eat surprisingly well and check out some of the best Roman ruins on the Iberian peninsula.
Or Cmd-Z on a Mac, of course.
Becoming autónomo isn’t as hard as you might think.
More than 18 apartments in 18 years.
And stunningly nice views over the Bay of Santander.
And didn’t look back.
It was a really good year.
“Lover, you may cause me tears, drag me through the best of years, but I love you so.” -The Staves
And she’s off… again.
A cheesy note of gratitude.
Long story short, it’s depressing.