Yesterday, Marga and I were resting on the couch, having a post meal coffee, when she turned to look at the window and exclaimed, “¡Mira! ¡Hay un caracol!”

Yesterday, like a good house husband, I was placing the food on the table just as Marga was arriving home, when I had a “I gotta take a picture of this” moment. The light coming in the window and the vibrancy of the colors in the salad made our little chefs come alive.

The Cactus Cam project has begun to bear fruit. My cactus produced its first flower last night. I’m so proud!

One way that Spain is much better than America is that they choose to censor violence more than nudity. It’s quite common to see a naked breast on a television commercial for, say, body lotion. I’ve seen nudists interviewed on the national news with no censorship blurring. It isn’t a big deal [...]

My first name is quite rare in Spain. However, it is common enough that people don’t just say, “Huh?” when I tell them my name. And for some reason, probably the Basques (the source of all native usages of the letter ‘K’ in this country), most Eriks in Spain spell their name as [...]

Here in Spain, people eat cow tongues. It’s actually quite delicious. The texture of the meat is unlike any other. My parents tried some when they were here last year.

Winter came back this week. Quite violently.

This is the first in a series of blog entries about little differences that I notice between the US and Spain. For each difference, I’ll decide which country does it better, and award points.
The first topic: Book Spines.

I fried some chorizo the other day for dinner. That’s spicy Spanish sausage. Then I left the sausage grease in the pan overnight. When I got up the next morning, it had congealed. I already had some hot boiling water in the kettle, so I poured some into the frying pan [...]

They tore down a building in my neighborhood this week.