Grist for the Mill (news, in other words)

Weather Report

This morning, porteros were busily, ineffectually sluicing dust blown from the Sahara off Madrid’s doorsteps. The meteorologists tweeted: “don’t go…

Transparency

Saturday morning, I got the text: the person I’d spent a few hours with on Friday was suddenly part of…

News from the Spanish Front

Today, for the first time since Christmas Eve, I’ll be able to walk outside our apartment without wearing a surgical…

The Bridge

America, as in the United States of — because once you’ve left it you discover America encompasses a lot more…

Fall Pubs

This morning, there were figs at the frutería, with a dusky purplish bloom to them like grapes, exotic and twice the…

Neither Fish nor Fowl

The young woman referred to as Elder Girleen when this blog started 14 years ago — when she started kindergarten…

Swift(ly): August 31

This year, I swore I’d notice the actual moment in August when the swifts, a fixture of the Madrid sky…

Dreamscape

Half a lifetime ago, that night in May when the curfew ended and young people partied in the streets, El…

August

The buskers haven’t packed it in and the construction workers are still on the clock, but you can tell it’s…