Two Andalusian cities, two very different propositions for the American retiree, and a choice that the glossy relocation guides tend to fudge because they do not want to say anything that might put anyone off either one. Granada and Sevilla are both wonderful, both quintessentially Andalusian, both far cheaper and more livable than almost any …
The dream of retiring in Spain is built partly on truth and partly on a collection of beliefs that turn out, on contact with reality, to be wrong. Some are wishful, some are fearful, and some are simply outdated, but together they form a picture of Spanish retirement that does not match what people actually …
A weaker dollar does not kill the Europe plan. It just kills the lazy version of it. The lazy version was built on two comforting assumptions. First, that Europe would stay vaguely affordable because that is how people talked about it in 2023, 2024, and parts of 2025. Second, that the exchange rate was irritating …
The headaches started in my late twenties. Not migraines exactly, but a persistent low-grade pressure behind my eyes that showed up three or four times a week. I blamed stress. I blamed screens. I blamed the fluorescent lights in every American office I ever worked in. What I never blamed was lunch. For years, my …
The American arrives in Madrid in July braced for an ordeal. The heat is famous, the warnings dire, and the instinct, honed by a lifetime of air-conditioned American summers, is to treat the season as a thing to be endured indoors, sealed away from the sun, waiting for it to pass. And then they watch …
And why it reveals two completely different ideas of intimacy and space Walk into the bedroom of a Spanish couple and you’ll notice a few things: the lighting is soft, the beds are likely pushed together into a single frame (not separated), and personal items are shared, not siloed. What you won’t find and what …
There is a received wisdom about Mediterranean travel that says to avoid July, that the heat is too much and the crowds too thick, that the wise traveler comes in the gentler shoulder seasons of spring and fall. And for some places, the overrun famous spots, that wisdom holds. But there is another truth that …
The Canary Islands are exactly the kind of place that makes a middle-aged American couple say something dangerous: “We could live here for less.” And they might be right, at first. The weather is easy to fall for. The pace feels human. Daily life can be cheaper than many U.S. metros. Las Palmas and parts …
At ten in the evening in a Madrid summer, the city is just sitting down to dinner. The plazas are filling, the terraces are full, children are still playing in the squares, and the whole social life of the city is unfolding in the warm night air, hours after an American city would have gone …
The American walks into a Spanish restaurant at seven in the evening, hungry for dinner, and the first thing that happens is nothing, because the kitchen is not open, will not be open for an hour or more, and the staff are having their own meal. It is the first of a series of small …
The American on a Spanish beach for the first time experiences a small series of jolts. A woman of any age, topless, entirely unselfconscious, treating it as the most ordinary thing in the world. Families changing at the beach with a casual matter-of-factness. An ease about the body, undressed or partly so, that the American, …
The premise of the experiment was simple. For forty-five days, eat the way the people around me here actually eat, the real Spanish version of the Mediterranean diet, and see what happens. Not a fad, not a cleanse, just the ordinary food of an ordinary Spanish life, the olive oil and the fish and the …