The road to Telefonica began with a seemingly benign afternoon walk. My father, restless on a Saturday in September in [...]

When two young women behold you standing stark naked and upright in a bathtub, and after their ritual sudsing of [...]

When I asked my father why we would be boarding a giant car headed to a place far outside the [...]

Oh, how I loved Calle de Serrano, the nearest bustling boulevard to our house on Calle de Nunez de Balboa. [...]

I have lizards to thank for teaching me to accept loss and disappointment on a daily basis. They taught me [...]

Even before we left for Spain, murmurings about this “thing” known as Catholicism had taken up residence in our Washington [...]

Once my Franco-American private school had rid me of my French ways — I was born in Paris and spent [...]

The very first thing that struck me about living in Madrid, Spain was that the newspapers were in Spanish. I [...]

When the time came, leaving London became a story about a corrupt king. But as all matters in my young [...]

When my father first announced we would be going to live in Spain, he also explained that we would be traveling [...]

If alienating the local fire department and turning my beloved cats against me wasn’t enough—and it wasn’t—I soon set higher [...]