My open letters to Spain, its residents, and other peeves that an expat deals with daily.
Dear squatters who took over the building in the plaza near where I live: I have a few bones to pick with you. First, I know you think you are making a statement by breaking into and occupying private property.…
Dear 20-something girls in Barcelona: Hello there girls, you all don't know me but I see you every day. In fact I see a little too much of all of you. because, well, it seems you are forgetting to…
Dear Wealthy Aging Spanish Ladies, I know that cosmetic surgery is a rite of passage for you all after your children are out of the house and your seasonal wardrobes have been perfected. You have the money and the time…
Dear Spain, Would you stop with the winter already? There is a reason I did not move to Austria or say, Finland. And you know what that is? I HATE BEING COLD. I hate it so much, that after skiing…
Dear Spain: When I left you the first time, you knew I would be back, didn't you. As much as I complained about your glacial pace of getting things done and how you wouldn’t let me own a vehicle, you…
