The Power of Disconnection

When we moved to Valencia, everything was different. I felt so bombarded by the differences that any subtlety or shades of grey were completely missed. The things we were dealing with were all primary colors and right in our faces. Now that we've lived in Spain for 16 months, I notice other things. Jeff talked … Continue reading The Power of Disconnection

Its About That Time

When I lived in San Francisco in the 90's, there were earthquakes. A lot of earth quakes. Some larger. Some smaller. You took them in your stride. But you started to be able to understand the difference between the various kinds. 'Rolling' was better than the 'Jerk and Snap'. That did more damage to people … Continue reading Its About That Time

Mis Amigos

I have 5 new Spanish boyfriends. Well, not exactly. Don't get too excited. But the way Jeff is reacting to my new crew you'd think I did. There's a bar in Benimachlet that I go to in the mornings sometimes. I'll bring my laptop and write at an outside table over a cafe con leche. … Continue reading Mis Amigos

Quieting the Mind

The last two years have meant constant change for me. It's been two years since I quit my job in the US. Nearly two years ago I walked my Camino. Fourteen months since we moved to Valencia. But while those are big things, I've always believed its the smallest things that make the biggest difference. … Continue reading Quieting the Mind

A Political Time Out

With us being Americans, you may think this will be about the crazy political situation in the US. Yes, we watch it from afar and I only read bits of it because it's too scary and depressing. I felt powerless to do anything about it when I lived there. Now? I can do even less. … Continue reading A Political Time Out

Love is the Little Things

Jeff popped home to Valencia from Germany, for an overnight (about 7 hours total) before heading to the US. We've spent so much time together over the last year - more than any other time in our marriage - it felt a bit strange to have him away. But in the past it was usually … Continue reading Love is the Little Things

My Take

It's not all sunshine and oranges in Valencia. Well, it kinda is. But for the past week we've been reflecting on what we have learned over the last year. And it's been conversations filled with smiles, laughter and A LOT of 'Remember when we first got here and we ....' and 'I can't believe we … Continue reading My Take

My Daughter’s Mother

Part of what is hard about living in Spain, so far away from family, is that when they are sick or injured you can do nothing to comfort them or ease their pain. I haven't felt this helpless since we moved here. Yesterday, I woke up to pictures on my phone of Emilie's ankle, and … Continue reading My Daughter’s Mother

Riding the Wave

Jeff is a water person. We both grew up in the Northwest of the US where mountains, rivers and streams meet the crashing Pacific ocean, and it rains ALOT. So there is water everywhere. His water of choice is usually fresh water, while mine is salt water from summers growing up, spent in Cannon Beach … Continue reading Riding the Wave