Expat Life
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America, I love you, but you’ve gotta get your isht together.
Every time there’s a mass shooting in America, we add a year to the time we’re going to stay in Spain. I say that only half jokingly. For the past week we’ve been dealing with issues with our electricity. It’s not just our house – our entire valley has been going dark randomly. And it’s not that it shuts off and stays off. Oh no, that would make way too much sense. It flashes on and off. Then shuts off for five minutes. Then comes back on for two minutes. Then off for eight minutes. On for twelve. There is no method to it at all. Hubby thought maybe they…
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Nesting and Comforts of Home
The past six years in Spain have felt like being in a holding pattern, waiting to land somewhere – anywhere. We originally came for a year long adventure, which turned into six years largely due to a series of unfortunate events that I’ll write about someday, but not yet (because I am a tease). We spent a lot of time filling out forms to renew our visas every couple of years, which we were never quite sure would be accepted. But we just got approval that we have unlocked a new achievement in this game of expat life: Permanent Resident Status. This means that we can live in Spain –…
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Expat Life: The Confusing Search for Tarjetes de Animales…
There’s a lot I expected about life as an expat in a country where I didn’t speak the language. Moving to Spain, I knew I would have to adjust to new foods, new cultures, new words, all of that. But there’s one thing that I wasn’t expecting, and that’s just how out of sorts I always feel because nothing is exactly where I think it should be. Everyday things suddenly become huge challenges. Case In Point: The Search for Animales Cards. Last January, my kiddo started bringing home these animal stickers from school. She called them tarjetas de animales – animal cards. They had little facts about them, and each…
