One thing we’ve learned while parenting a teen in a foreign country is that it seems to be tradition, at…

If I was forced to choose, I think I’d say I like the city best early on Saturday mornings, when…

The swifts have returned to Madrid, or at least the first few brave harbingers among them have. Long before spring…

This morning, in the market, I overheard the older of the two butchers in the pollería say something to a…

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…