Lately, we’ve been spending a lot of time with Angel, Marty and Zoey. We’ve had nine house showings so far and for most of them, we clean, clean and clean, and then simply walk to their house. Angel often cooks for us. Or we order in. Tucker hangs out with Droopy. Sophie rearranges DVDs and […]
Mom and I recently walked all the way to Tower Park on a hot, sticky, muggy day. By the time we got home, we were both so sweaty. (And I wasn’t even walking!) She made me drink my water (again). And then she told me about a place on the floor in the living room […]
“Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song? The guy who wrote that song wrote everything.” —Stephen Wright
I wouldn’t have been able to travel for 10 days if it hadn’t been for Andy, who took two vacation days and took care of everything at home on the weekends and in the evenings, and my parents. My dad took Andy out to a Reds game while my mom watched Sophie one night, they […]
We spent our last evening in Spain in Malaga at El Riad Andaluz, which was more hostel-like than hotel-like. Also, it was Moroccan themed which, for some reason, seemed a little silly to us after having stayed in a real riad in Morocco. But the owners were quite nice. We wandered around the city, including […]
Zahara is another small white hill town settled under the old Moorish Zahara Castle. We climbed and climbed and climbed all the way up to the castle and then, using our hands to feel along the castle’s old stone walls, we climbed up the castle’s steep, dark steps. It was hot, and we were tired, […]
At some point during our time in Spain (perhaps while sitting by the pool after our second pitcher of sangria) we decided we should go horseback riding. After waking up at a ridiculously early hour, getting terribly lost and finally finding Santiago (our guide who spoke no English) we wondered why we thought this such […]
The night before I left for my trip I told Sophie something that’s been said by many separated by distance. Should you miss me, I said, and should I seem so very far away, have comfort that the big, full moon you see outside is the exact same moon I will be looking at, only […]
Ronda is one of the largest white hill towns. An 18th-century bridge spanning a large and beautiful gorge separates the old Moorish quarter and the newer (and not nearly as pretty) Mercadillo quarter. El Tajo—the ravine. Our beautiful dresses. The New Bridge (Puente Nuevo), which spans the gorge. I guess we were feeling a little […]
Grazalema, one of Spain’s smaller white hill towns, is situated within Sierra de Grazalema National Park. On our way we stopped at an overlook for pictures of the town. For lunch we had tapas. Pictured is, perhaps, the silliest tapa ever. We ordered a potato omelet and the potatoes were simply french fries. We ate […]
