Apostrophize

Long before we left Canada, J and I prepared to be robbed in Spain. Almost everybody we met who had …
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Portugal is all hill. Not like the opening scene of The Sound of Music with gently rising slopes. Nothing like Calgary’s foothills …
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Hola! Dos cervezas, por favor. Until eight months ago, this was almost all my Spanish. Swap cerveza out for margaritas, …
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[This one got away from me. I messed up a program on my computer and, for a while, couldn’t upload …
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I’m in Barcelona as I start writing this post, leaving for Seville on the first train tomorrow. My dear friend …
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As I write, we are closing on the one-month mark in Seville. Which means that our time here ends in …
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I like kitchens. Basic kitchens, I like the challenge of turning out a decent meal. Expansive ones, I like the …
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It’s Monday. Day 17 for us in Sevilla. Sunny and mild – like May in Toronto. J is on the …
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We knew it wouldn’t be easy to stay in Europe more than 90 days. Ninety days is the visa-free limit …
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The day after Ground Hog day and it’s minus 4 or something in Toronto. In Seville it’s 16 degrees C …
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