The Things Nobody Tells You About Owning an Old House in Spain
There are two kinds of people who buy old houses in Spain. People who know what they’re doing. And people like us. When JC and … Read more
There are two kinds of people who buy old houses in Spain. People who know what they’re doing. And people like us. When JC and … Read more
We went to the Saturday market in Vic because JC said it would be good for Albert. He said it like homework. Fresh air, colours, … Read more
I promised myself I wouldn’t make big claims about tiny wins. Then last night happened, and here I am, writing a love letter to a … Read more
It started because I left the room. That’s always when things shift. Not during the actual mess, but in the lull before it—when you think, … Read more
Okay, so. Parenting in Spain? A shitshow. That’s it. That’s the whole post. I thought I had it all figured out. Like, “Yeah, I’ll move … Read more
I once read some woman’s blog post about her 6 a.m. “ritual.” She said the words “matcha,” “sun salutations,” and “intentional parenting.” I nearly choked … Read more
It started with a drip. Just a little one. Plink. JC said it was nothing. “It’s just condensation,” he mumbled, toothbrush dangling from his mouth … Read more
At some point in the last two years, my kitchen stopped being a kitchen and turned into a small-scale food production facility. Not intentionally. There … Read more
It’s funny—the thing I love most about our very old (very expensive) house isn’t even the house itself. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the … Read more
We thought we could do it. We really did. The Spanish eat late, and we live in Spain, so why not just embrace it? Shift … Read more