In October, I started something I never dreamed I would start: crochet class. Last semester, I always left the nun’s home directly after Spanish class. But this year, I carved a little more time out of my schedule for the second hour of craft class. Continue reading Crocheting in Spanish
Last year, I celebrated Thanksgiving with my family just before moving to Spain. That seems so long ago. Much more than a year.
And I’ve accumulated more than a year’s worth of things for which to be thankful. Continue reading Giving thanks
I’m not an expert on pepper coffee. But I might be a little more experienced than I was a week ago. My roommate and I both love coffee, so we were excited to try this Senegalese twist on our favorite drink. Continue reading The pepper coffee experience
Grandma imagined a pump of cold, running water in heaven. She told me so as we sat side by side on the couch just before I left for Spain.
“What do you imagine?” she asked.
Heavenly mansions were on our minds, not the frailty of human life. Continue reading Grandma