Moving to Valencia was made easier, I'm convinced, because we left Seattle two years earlier for Arizona. I had taken a new job knowing it wasn't the end of the line. So we were out of our comfort zones for quite awhile before we packed up and moved across the world. Arizona wasn't politically our … Continue reading Sometimes
More than 10 years ago I found out I couldn't eat chicken eggs, amongst a few other things. Apparently I have developed some sort of allergy. I was born on a chicken ranch in southern California. My parents had 10,000 chickens in a big egg operation, before they packed it in and moved to Oregon. … Continue reading The Search for the Duck Guy
The saying goes 'In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King.' That saying is playing out in our household every day. It seems I have been the anointed one. Sort of. With my horrible Spanish, I am put forward by Jeff and Emilie to ask for directions, make dinner reservations, speak to … Continue reading Court Jester
In the US there is a saying 'Being thrown into the deep end of the pool'. This means that a person goes from being on solid ground, to being in over their head with whatever thing they might be confronting. This could entail being expected to do something that you've never done before, as though … Continue reading Lifeguard Wanted!
Leaving your own country and moving to another requires adjustment. We start Spanish language classes on Monday. 3 hours every morning in intensive immersion. We need language skills and it's becoming more and more apparent each day. I'm looking at volunteering at a local school to help kids improve their English skills, but also to … Continue reading The Escape
I haven't missed that much from home by moving to Valencia. Everything here is new and it's harder to do even small things. But over time, that will fade. I even asked the guy at the grocery store yesterday where the tea was, all in Spanish. So I'm getting there. What won't fade is the … Continue reading A Taste of Home