Sweet Dreams

“How does it feel to sleep in all those different beds?” my youngest sister Meg asked me. Before I could reply, she answered her own question. “I guess it’s okay since you do it all the time. . . “ I reflected later on how many beds the average person sleeps in over the course…

Airing the Laundry

When asked what about our upcoming move to Spain made me nervous, I couldn’t really come up with an answer. But now that I’ve been here for 24 hours, I can tell you nothing has been as scary as hanging Michael’s laundry out to dry. “There’s really no dryer in this place?” Michael asked me,…

Spanish NLV for Washington DC Consulate

“Maybe we can be in Spain by our anniversary!” Michael said. He thinks we’re going to get this whole thing done in two months?! “Ummmm. . . Maybe,” I replied. ” But someone on the Facebook group said they had to wait two months just for their appointment at the Consulate. And you can’t get…

On Excitement . . .

I burst into the home office where my parents were working and pushed my cell phone in front of my father’s face. “What’s that?” he said, squinting his eyes at the picture on my phone. “Our visas came!” I could hardly get the words out as I was trying not to cry. “I know you’re…

Never Say Never (Under The Sea–Part 3)

“I so enjoy reading your blog posts,” my Aunt Janet said. “But last night I realized you’ve been writing them long before I started reading them. So I went back to the beginning and read them all.” I was touched. And a little surprised. That someone, anyone, would want to do that. Hmph. Cool. So…

The Path to Spain (Part 2)

It was Friday, May 14. The sign on the door of the Spanish consulate said, “No visa appointments on Fridays.” “You have the email from the consulate, right?” I asked Michael. He pulled it up on his phone. “All the documents are right; we can offer you an appointment on FRIDAY, MAY 14TH 2021 at…

The Path to Spain (Part 1)

“Why did you come back?” a friend asked when I called to say I was back in Asheville after just 6 weeks in Barbados. “I thought you guys were going to stay for 6 months!” “Well, we were. But then we realized we could get a year-long visa to live in Spain. But we have…

Under The Sea (Part 2)

“The class starts at 2, so we’ll leave here at 1:30,” Michael told me. “Hon? We’re a two minute drive to the scuba place. We don’t need to leave that early.” But, of the two of us, Michael was the only one who could drive on the left side of the road, so at 1:00…

Under The Sea (Part 1)

Michael got certified to scuba dive at age 13. Over the course of his next thirty-three years, he dove in much of the Caribbean–initially on family vacations and later on vacations with various girlfriends. By the time he was 46, Michael had been on a Caribbean vacation with every woman he’d ever dated. Then he…

In Honor of Grandma Gallo’s 97th Birthday

Yesterday, my only living grandparent turned 97. With four children, sixteen grandchildren, and a dozen (I think) great-grandchildren, she is certainly the matriarch of my father’s side of the family. My siblings and cousins posted pictures on Facebook yesterday of themselves visiting Grandma on her special day. My sister Liz also posted an older picture…