Sometimes we forget, but we can also be travelers in our own countries, and it must not be undervalued. I was actually born in the north-west of Spain, in the town of Ferrol, and lived in a tiny fisherman village next to the Cantabrian Sea. However, I moved when I was a toddler to the…
Author: A fork on the road
Strawberry Tart – France
Last Sunday was Mother’s Day in the United States and several other countries. Here, in Spain, it was the Sunday before that; and in France it will be next Sunday. We might not agree on a specific date but, to my knowledge, almost every country sees the need to celebrate mothers. Like virtually every tradition…
Cheap as chips
I am two types of traveler. When I am in a place for a short period of time, purely as a tourist or maybe for work but with only very limited time to sightsee, believe me, I am a walking tour machine. Someday I will tell you about my feet that one day I went…
From scratch
This is the story of this blog, from scratch. My partner and I were having coffee at a little hipster cafe in Syracuse, New York, our home for the last three months. We are about to head back to Barcelona, and we were discussing whether to make it our permanent residency or give the digital…
Pecan Pie – United States
I don’t consider myself a tolerant person. There are certain things I will never feel comfortable with. Violence in all its forms, and war in particular, is one of those instances where I am unapologetically closed-minded. I am not a moderate person in my beliefs, and I think that’s alright. Necessary, even. Nevertheless, it is…
Glazed Turkey – United States
My first Thanksgiving dinner was in 2009. I was an exchange student in Pennsylvania, and my roommate Lauren invited me to her home in New Jersey. Seeing her adorable family around the table, I couldn’t help but falling in love with the holiday, which doesn’t exist in Spain. That’s why, in 2013, when I was…
This is how the cookie crumbles
You go places. You meet lovely people, see breathtaking sights, learn a couple of vital lessons… and then go back home. Rinse, repeat. For us, the now so-called digital nomads, the wanderers, that’s just the way it is. But that doesn’t make goodbyes any easier. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. This is…