No matter what, America is where I was raised. No matter how I feel about her, or her role in the world, America is where I was raised. I'm Nicaraguan by birth. My family immigrated to the US when I was around 5 (1976-77), as Nicaragua was recovering from a devastating earthquake and Marxist "revolutionaries" … Continue reading I Was Raised in America
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To Hill and Back
This is the story of how I am winning my weight loss battle. And the truth is, a big part of it comes down to moving to Spain. What matters most about that is that it has happened in spite of everything else going on in my life. I moved to Spain for a lot … Continue reading To Hill and Back
From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
When I first got here, I couldn’t peel a shrimp. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Too gross. Little antennae, little eyes, absolutely not. I ordered them, sure, but only if someone else did the dirty work. Fast forward, and now I’m the one in the kitchen elbow-deep in mussels, scrubbing shells like it’s the most normal thing in … Continue reading From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
The Light
One of the things I didn’t expect about living in Spain was how much I would love watching seniors live their lives. Here, “retired” still means something. You work until a certain age, you pay your taxes, and then you rest. You live. No one rushes you. No one makes you feel like you’re taking … Continue reading The Light
Karla in Spain 