Madrid is a superb vacation destination, but we aren't on vacation. This is our lives now.
The first thing you should know is that I do not speak Spanish. That is to say, I know how to ask for beers ("dos cervezas, por favor") and I have the ability to read most signs and can even get the gist of more complex sentences, but when it comes to the actual act … Continue reading “Lo siento”: Welcome to Madrid and starting over, again
Last days are never as profound as they appear on television.
It was only my second of three days in England, and here I was, after having frantically raced to the bathroom, aggressively puking into my friend’s toilet.
No matter how many books read, how many websites visited, how many personal accounts accumulated, when it comes down to make the actual move, my arms remain outstretched in a darkened room.
The institution of marriage is simultaneously a business arrangement and a romantic bond, a facilitator of families and a symbolic gesture. In all its iterations, though, marriage remains a blind leap into the future, the unknown.
Sometimes, factotums are easily bored, always looking for something new to hold their attention. Just as likely, they're simply bad at everything and stumble from one failure to the next. And then there are the wanderers.