A prodigal comes home

Thunderstorms over Madrid tonight.  It was a grey day, with thick, smoke-colored clouds hanging low, touching the tops of the massive dwellings.  It was the kind of day that made me realize how much I missed and needed the rain, the reminder that nature exists beyond spotless, blindingly blue skies.  The rain breathed new life back into stifling, stagnant air. Continue reading “A prodigal comes home”

A sigh of relief

Riding the bus out through the mountains surrounding San Martin, I felt nothing but a sense of relief.  It was as if my own mountain-sized burden had tumbled off my back and was left there, dust settling around it, as we rolled on homeward to Madrid. Continue reading “A sigh of relief”

Two down

We’re in the final week before an 18 day holiday for Christmas and New Year’s and it’s incredible to think I’m already two months in.  The time has flown by.  Obviously only working four days helps but it seems like the same story each week: I’m staring down Monday with that inevitable dread, thinking the weekend will take ages to come around, then the next thing I know, it’s Thursday afternoon and I’m on the bus back to Madrid.  As much as it’s great that the school year is slipping away, I can’t help but think everything else is, too. Continue reading “Two down”