Twenty years after I left his classroom, while telling me he had cancer, Señor Jones was still after me to let him read my terrible fiction.
During the years that I lived in New York City, only one person cut my hair: José at Astor Place Hair. I even got my hair cut by José after I moved to Barcelona! I would let it grow out during the months between trips to the US and head to Astor Place almost directly […]
After five years of planning my life around Barcelona’s excellent (if expensive) public transportation and the kindness of licensed drivers, I’ve decided it’s finally time to get my very own Spanish driving license. I’ve had my New York State driving license since I was 16 years old. However, the Spanish government does not recognize U.S. […]