Tonight, I flew

The week began with the bus radio blaring, “I want to get away; I want to fly away.” That day, I got away over café coffee and the chilly breeze sailing through the hollow bus station. But tonight, I flew.  After two months in lockdown, was I ready to function in normal life? In another language? Another culture? I had my doubts.  Ready or not, … Continue reading Tonight, I flew

There is a lion in the streets: lockdown in Spain

Restrictions descended upon us one by one. I was always still adjusting to the previous restriction and was never pleased with the new one.

Immigrantville inhabitants grew more careful as time went on. On Wednesday evening last week, I marched into an odds and ends store to find a plastic wall protecting the workers behind the counter. Continue reading There is a lion in the streets: lockdown in Spain