Little yappy dogs in pastel knitted sweaters; whip-thin trembling galgos wearing the dog-equivalent of down vests; stocky pugs in hoodies,…

Sitting in the café, I joked: Understanding what’s going on is overrated but I was whistling in the wind.  I…

The beach house has a terrible name, half pun, half innuendo — hearing it, you can’t help but roll your…

Oh, Georgia. I moved to you when I was six, in the middle of an ice storm. The first place…

The next 10 days’ forecast is for rain, pure and simple. We need it (we always need it). Madrid only…

Madrid is back. It was a long summer, meteorologically speaking: the searing, life-changing heat of August, which gives teeth to…

It’s the time of day when it could go either way, café con leche or caña of beer. Walking past…

The first August, we’d just gotten here. Besides, for most of that month, we were sealed inside an air-conditioned building…

If we’re lucky — and in July we’re often lucky — no matter how hot it gets during the day,…