Looking for Christmas

Looking for Christmas

Christmas traditions here in Valencia are radically different than what you see in the states. It is not the all-consuming passion that you might find at your local Walmart, your grocery store, or even your mailbox (yes, catalogs are STILL printed!). Here, it is...

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The Ultimate Saturday Street Market

The Ultimate Saturday Street Market

Street markets here in Spain, called mercadillos, are a daily thing. The one in my town, Benimaclet, is held on Fridays, which is an interesting prospect for the store owners already on the streets where the market is held. Saturday, though, some friends and I went to...

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Quiet Saturday

Quiet Saturday

Since I live alone, I have the luxury of doing chores whenever I want to schedule them. For me, that means that I do my laundry on Friday or Saturday nights, and thenI get to go out first thing on Saturday or Sunday morning to take my clothes to the nearby...

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“You must come”

“You must come”

My friend Cristina is an amazing finder-of-events. She is a wealth of information about the different things going on in and around Valencia, and I admire her willingness to try pretty much any event once or twice. So, when she texted me "You must come" to meon my...

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Angry about Something, but What?

Angry about Something, but What?

Since arriving in Spain, I have seen four organized groups of demonstrators. They often appear downtown, slow or stop traffic, and are often accompanied by musical instruments. Seriously, everything from a drum to a marching band. So, when I wasin a bit of a hurry to...

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One month

My list of red-letter days is short, not because I lack memorable events, but because I am surrounded by so many amazing and positive experiences. My departure to leave for another country, for example, was a red-letter day, because it was something that I had spent...

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New Friends at Dinner

New Friends at Dinner

One of the delightful things about an international group meeting is the opportunity to make new connections. At the last Internations get-together, I met Suzanne, or Sooze, who is from the UK and also has a wonderful travel blog. She and I got together a few days...

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Windy Saturday

Windy Saturday

After some time at home writing and cooking, I decided that I needed a walk, but I waited until the afternoon to leave my apartment. I already knew that it was windy, but I didn't really comprehend how the combination of wind, temperature, and sunlight would impact...

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Happy Thanksgiving, 2013

While it may be early for many of my friends in the US, being in Spain has given me plenty to consider in a moment of thankfulness. My family, my daughters, and M have given me more support than I expected or can comprehend, and I miss them terribly. I have friends...

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Benimaclet Street Market… ish

Benimaclet Street Market… ish

The area where I live, Benimaclet, is a town that has been absorbed by the larger city of Valencia. Originally just outside of the capital city gates, this area had, and has, a life all its own. The university presence here means loads of college-aged kids, but also...

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Three Weeks Later…

Three Weeks Later…

When I first received my visa paperwork in Miami, there was a half-sheet of paper attached to my visa. It stated that I had to register with the police within 30 days of entering the country. Three weeks ago, when I first went to the police station, I was given a...

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Free Beer and a Moon Scoop

Free Beer and a Moon Scoop

My friend Cristina has been showing me the neighborhood. She’s the person who told me about my apartment, and she lives and works in the immediate area. She is a wealth of information about the neighborhood. Cristina gave me a short walking tour of the area to show me...

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Three Boys and a Sign

Imagine the scene: three young men, walking along the street, mid to late teens. They look tough, and most likely, they are. On the street, they are a mini-pack of angry young men in demeanor and appearance… until one of them knocks over a street sign advertising the...

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I am an Arrendatario

I am an Arrendatario

What, you ask, is that? Well, gentle reader, check out my new place in Valencia, where I am an arrendatario, or renter! After my experience with the visa, I was prepared for the worst, but what actually happened was surprising serene. I was pleased when the...

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