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Our house in Ireland was a typical terrace or row house: two rooms deep by three floors high. It was old. The walls were two feet thick and it had recently been remodeled to add a kitchen and bathroom (I didn't ask). We were right across the water from Cobh harbor (pronounced 'cove') where over … Continue reading…
I am a dog lover, always have been. However, after 25 years of various animals I was thoroughly enjoying a 'pet-free' life in Andorra. The neighbor's dogs were available if I felt the urge to pet something but if my husband suggested a few days in Barcelona we were off with no worries. Freedom! It … Continue reading…
When I was very young, meat and chicken came from the butcher wrapped neatly in white paper. As I got older and started cooking it came wrapped in see-through film. We moved to Ireland and everything was pretty much the same – except at Easter. I was wandering through the market and saw a display … Continue reading…
Every Saturday, in the village of St. Julia, Andorra, there is a group of people meeting for lunch at Ramon's – also know as El Principat. It's not a formal group. Anyone can show up and be welcomed anytime. We went once a month. The only rule is that the gathering is for English speakers, … Continue reading…
It is in the supermarkets and the small local food shops that one notices the most striking differences between life abroad and life in the Midwest. In all villages and cities there are greengrocers: selling only fruit and vegetables; fishmongers selling only fish; various meat shops: selling chicken and other fowl; pork and sausage; beef; … Continue reading…
A week ago we had 'un orage', a thunderstorm. It was not particularly long or violent but there was one brilliant flash. It was enough to send our little, brown dog scrambling for shelter and our big, white dog managed to levitate a good two feet off the floor in response. It was also enough … Continue reading…
I don't know if it's an urban myth or not but I have always liked the story of the university Philosophy prof.'s final exam question of "Why?". All students but one wrote lengthy treatises on the meaning of life (42), the existence of God, etc. The one student, who received the sole 'A' on the … Continue reading…
