I never dreamed of living in Spain, but now I canβt imagine living anywhere else. Although I have always been aware of Spain, it was never a desired destination. My well-traveled granny had shown me incredible photos of Cadiz’s dancing horses, and that piqued my interest. Still, ultimately, I dreamed of Australia or tropical islands somewhere, anywhere. Of course, I am grateful to be here after six years, a Spanish husband, a primarily Spanish son,…
Well Lived Stories
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Slow Down and Stay Presentβ¦
Sometimes, when I walk my son to school, Iβm a million miles awayβ¦Holding his hand, answering questions as they arise, often coaxing him on so we wonβt be late. But, when not in active conversation, Iβm somewhere else. Lost in memories, good or bad, from the past. Nothing to do…
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I may not Make it to Komodo Island, so I no Longer have Time for Negativity.
I donβt know why it didnβt occur to me before, but last week, while driving to and from Lego camp for my son, my husband and I talked about travel. One of the perks of living in Europe is that there are many weeks of holidays and many countries to…
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I think about someone and then I hear from them…
What is that? Iβm not sure when this started, and I think Iβve had this ability for a long time, but often, too often for it to just be a coincidence, I think of someone and then hear from them. Not my husband or anyone else I speak to regularly…