Meditations on Death/Language Brain Fog/Expat Rage

I’m just waking up now after my second cafe con leche, hitting my stride with this 30 minute group “sprint” we do. The caffeine lifts me temporarily out of my baseline state of apathy.  I’m at the Writer’s group that meets on the top floor of this cafe in Chueca: the trendy, gay-friendly neighborhood of… Read More Meditations on Death/Language Brain Fog/Expat Rage

Serial Intercambio-ing (1 on 1 Language Exchanging) and Tinder in Madrid

Spanish girls and guys are warm and gracious in a way I was initially shocked by. I am not accustomed to such hospitality and genuine concern for my well being.  My friend Maria, over the three months I have known her, has offered to call the Spanish doctor for me, and has written a full page ad… Read More Serial Intercambio-ing (1 on 1 Language Exchanging) and Tinder in Madrid