The Little Fox House

She is an old stone house, set in a small town in green Galicia, Spain. Far from any large, glamorous cities, bustling streets and excitement, the unassuming little house has stood quietly for hundreds of years, across from a tiny whitewashed church, surrounded by cornfields. An old wooden table out stands front, bleached and weathered…

The ABCs of the Camino

I could sit here for hours trying to write something that would capture the essence and rhythm of the Camino, the duality found everyday: the mixture of routine with adventure, conversations on the road both philosophical and nonsensical, equal elation at stunning views and a simple centrifuge, the adrenaline and the exhaustion; even the days…

A Pilgrimage to London

Full disclaimer: I’m a huge Anglophile. I watch mainly British television (sometimes so much that I accidentally say some words with a British accent – I’ve been called out on it before by English friends, I’m not lying), listen to a shit ton of British music (just saw the Arctic Monkeys for the first time…

Getting to Know You: Madrid

Getting to know youuuuu, getting to know all about youuuu – I feel like Julie Andrews in the King and I, except I’m talking about a city, not the King of Siam. When I first got to Spain nearly two months (!!!!) ago, I was so excited to be in Spain that every weekend I…

NaNoWrMo

No, it’s not the sound a weird robot makes when it’s broken (though now I bet you’re all trying to say it out loud and now sound like a robot yourself, or maybe that’s just me?). It stands for National Novel Writing Month, a challenge undertaken by writers across the globe (so why is it…