Spanish holiday

I love the term holiday rather than vacation.  I first heard it when I studied abroad in London, listening to my newfound English friends sharing stories of holidaying in France and Italy, and it's managed to infiltrate my vocabulary through the years.  It's not an affectation, for those wincing and rolling their eyes; I love language and … Continue reading Spanish holiday

the mountains we climb

I like climbing to the top of things: small mountains, large hills, tall church steeples, massive cathedral domes, crumbling castle walls, harbour-side ladies with lamps, twinkling towers of steel.  I'm not inordinately fond of unprotected heights; I'm a little unsteady on rail-less stairs; I'm less than adventurous when it comes to risking my neck. But. I like … Continue reading the mountains we climb