A Day in the Life: Villaviciosa, Spain

“That’s the first time we’ve been invited into a Spaniard’s home,” Michael said as we left the apartment of a local couple. He was right. It never happened when we lived in Valencia. Probably because we knew so few Spaniards there. Which was probably because we could hardly speak their language. — When we first…

How To Recognize an American in Valencia

Usually it’s just the look. As evidenced by the woman who literally walked up to Michael as he was sitting with me drinking coffee, pointed to him, and said “Americano?” He was stunned and asked how she knew. “You just look like an American.” Which I used to think funny as Americans have quite a…

An End and A Beginning

This time last year I took two weeks to drive from Hyde Park, NY to Brasstown, NC.  It was the start of my self-imposed sabbatical year.    My destination was the John C. Campbell Folk School.  There I would spend four months as a Student Host doing a work-exchange program that allowed me to take…

The Furniture

“You can take the end tables,” I said to my parents. I started clearing them of their lamps, taking the coasters out of their drawers. “But what about the lamps?  You’ll need light in the next week,” my mother said. “Honestly, mom, the only light I ever turn on in this room is that one,”…

A Tiny House…and A Garden?

“I just can’t see you driving a truck,” said my mother the other day during our discussion about the possibility of me buying or building a Tumbleweed Tiny House.  What’s a Tumbleweed Tiny House?  Well, basically it’s a hundred (or so) square foot house you tow around and plop down wherever you want to live. …

You Get What You Ask For

For years I have wanted to become a professional organizer.  Friends and family have heard me talk with great excitement about helping people declutter their houses to the point that one, each time I bring it up, says, “Do you hear how excited you are talking about this?  Get out there and do it!”  For…