My neighborhood music
On any given day in the summer, I am treated to a cacophony of street sounds. I live directly above a narrow passageway (it's actually a street, and small cars do go down it, but not often. The street was…
On any given day in the summer, I am treated to a cacophony of street sounds. I live directly above a narrow passageway (it's actually a street, and small cars do go down it, but not often. The street was…
I have to move again. No, I'm not moving back to Italy, I'm just moving house. I am leaving a great place, right next to the Parc de la Cuitadella, 5 minutes walk to the beach and 5 minutes on…
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…