A nice, English-speaking representative came to our door a few weeks ago to explain the system: The magnetic key is to keep folks from using the compost container as a trash can.
Read MorePamplona might be better known for the running of the bulls, but its fashion is also first rate.
Read MoreThe Royal Spanish Academy is charged with overseeing the Spanish language. Its original aim was to make sure Spanish speakers will always be able to read Cervantes.
Read MoreThe columns are part of a small plaza in the newly constructed Pamplona neighborhood of Nuevo Artika where I lived for 8 months in 2015.
Read MoreI order a small beer and we find an empty table, the only one left in the room, right by the door. I sit with my back to looking eyes. Santy says the bar is run by Bolivians.
Read MoreA river runs through Pamplona, the city where I spent 8 months in 2015.
Read MoreI passed a coiffed woman in a fur coat and heels, shopping bag clutched like a trophy with a long, slender animal leg sticking out the end of it, hoof still attached.
Read MoreI didn’t find any manuscripts in my father’s apartment during those last days he spent in a hospital bed.
Read MorePeople in Pamplona call the Corte Ingles department store building El rallador, or the cheese grater.
Read MoreShe could size up her audience in seconds. A precocious and beautiful youngest child, she owned every room she walked into, and I was an eager listener.
Read MoreIn the early morning hours, the only interior light visible from our Pamplona balcony is this intriguing red wall in the darkness.
Read MoreI got a view inside my youngest daughter’s digital bedroom and found a magical world documenting the angst, pain, joy, and silliness that are puberty.
Read MoreThe Camino de Santiago is marked with the yellow arrow across the many routes to Santiago de Compostela in Spain.
Read MoreMy favorite image from the hot summer months in Madrid 2014. Where have those shoes been? Where are they going?
Read MoreI’m not one for iconic celebrations, and Mother’s Day is too much like painting a target on my torso and asking my family and friends to take aim. Instead, I think I’ll start a blog.
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