Well, I’m back home from three months in Spain and trying to figure out what to think about my experience. This is the longest consecutive time I’ve spent outside the U.S. since that year I studied the delightful spectacle of two cultures corrupting each other in Vietnam. First, Spain was beautiful and the people warm, the food and drink intoxicating, but I had trouble adjusting to the rhythm of life there: the morning for shopping, then siesta, then things pick up in the evening. I found that I missed the freedom of shopping anytime. I missed my bad sports teams. Mostly, I realized that I still loved my native city, even though my neighborhood of Hell’s Kitchen has gone from a rough and tumble working class boiling pot to a tame poodle of young hipsters in skinny jeans and topknots(sigh). Guess I’ll stay a while.
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