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 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.
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.
A funky little town where you can eat surprisingly well and check out some of the best Roman ruins on the Iberian peninsula.
Becoming autónomo isn’t as hard as you might think.
“Lover, you may cause me tears, drag me through the best of years, but I love you so.” -The Staves
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