In Granada, and in Spanish-speaking places in general, they have lots of “rías.” There’s the panadería, the bread shop. The frutería, the fruit shop. The carnicería, the meat shop. The ferretería, the hardware shop. The peluquería, the barber shop. But the most famous neighborhood ...Read More

There came a moment during my stay in Spain, probably around January or so, when I realized I knew 20 different ways to cuss somebody out but was still gesturing to mops and frying pans with a meager “esto” (‘this’). At times it would ...Read More

Spain’s got a more relaxed take on what counts as sexual harassment. Catcalls are as common as cigarette smoke there (which one is more unpleasant?), and sometimes wearing heels out is more uncomfortable due to the ensuing comments than the physical pain. (I’ve even ...Read More