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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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