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Mi Amigo Bob

October 29, 2011

Mexico wasn’t the first time I worked internationally, of course, as that was in the mid-80s in Nicaragua. But Bob was the one who discovered me stuck in an unhappy marriage in the wasteland of California’s Inland Empire, a place I in no way belonged, and packed me off to Tijuana to help out with […]

Something Rotten in the State of Spain

July 24, 2010

As my regular readers know by now, I’m of the philosophy that it’s necessary to give every new country at least 18 months before the frustrations and cultural misunderstandings begin to subside. It’s interesting that I’ve found that speaking the country’s language doesn’t seem to affect that time frame much at all. I have to […]

Safe Harbor

July 10, 2010

There comes a time in every nomad’s life, I suppose, when one’s physical and psychic resources have been taxed to the limit (probably the reason I’m doing so little writing on this blog lately). There’s really little choice at that point other than to just stay put in the last place one happened to land. […]

Be It Ever So Humble

April 23, 2010

I’ve left this house that I rented nearly 3 months ago vacant for far too long: unfortunately my last-minute subletters, who’d appeared semi-miraculously, ended up decamping after less than a week. But I returned from Berlin to find the door locked and the furnishings intact, with the only adverse effect being a lingering closed-in, stale […]

Where the Heart Is

January 23, 2010

Sometimes it’s the subtle things that say home.  It’s that crotchety old neighbor, whom one’s housemate has never liked, greeting you in a way that makes you know he’s glad you’re staying. It’s three people in one day saying hello at the neighborhood pool.  It’s stopping at the bicycle store that just opened up on […]


January 8, 2010

There’s nothing like learning different languages to appreciate one’s mother tongue, it’s clear, and English, although not particularly poetic, is a marvel when it comes to punching right through to the heart of the matter. I first invented the word, Alleinsamkeit, playing with what, in a strange twist of fate over which I continue to […]


September 29, 2009

We all find out sooner or later that perfect simply doesn’t exist. But those of us who tend to pay attention realize that this difficult world comes close, at times, even if just for a moment. And so, the search for perfection becomes a ceaseless quest and potentially a dangerous addiction in itself. Being in […]

The Last Fix

September 6, 2009

It’s elemental, atomic, electrons plunging into the core, endorphins exploding, protoplasm pouring from every cell, tidal waves washing through every pore. It’s more powerful than the nuclear force and the deepest delirium tremors, it’s an unpalliable ache, beyond the reach of the best of upbringings, the cold light of day, or the Holy Roman Church […]

Siempre Seré Extranjera

June 3, 2009

With Spain, although it’s the first time I truly see myself as an immigrant, I’m launching into my third residency in a foreign country. So I’m all too familiar with the low that often hits around the six- or eight-month point, when the novelty of a new place has worn off, the faults have become […]


April 29, 2009

Latin gave French, Spanish and even English this lovely word, of which I’m quite fond; quotidien makes the prosaic sound romantic. But it’s German–as so often in English–that cuts to the heart of the matter.  It’s the Alltäglichkeit, the everyday-ness, that means home to me. It’s the way you never stop listening for that special […]