When you’ve just moved in and don’t have dishes, bed linens or toilet paper, the first thing to get is a jar of lilies and a mobile.

On a scale from 0 to Mr Darcy, how English is it to eat crumpets, and does it help if they’re eaten with butter and Nutella for dinner after getting home from work at midnight?

My landlady’s definition of a proper clean and my definition of a proper clean are not the same. I had her clean the flat twice before I moved in, and while the second attempt was a much more valiant effort, the bathroom still wasn’t habitable.  Because mildew. Even after two allegedly “professional” cleans there was […]

It’s official —  I have a place to live!!  Tenancy agreement signed, check-in inspection complete, and keys in hand.  And oh, what keys! The reader-of-gothic-novels in me got childishly happy when the leasing agent handed over two skeleton keys.  It just feels so, well, English of me to be living in an 18th Century building full […]

There are posters all over town advertising the Royal Shakespeare Company’s current production of The Tempest.  I would see them in the subway or on the sides of buses and think, “Oh, I should see that” only to forget all about it when I was back at my computer and able to do something about […]

Today was a travel day, but full of a somewhat unusual luxury:  time.  My flight wasn’t until mid-afternoon, but Madrid on Sunday is sleepy and I had work I needed to catch up on anyway.  So I slept a little later than normal, went for another long morning run, and then headed to the airport […]

It’s a toss-up between the chocolate and churros from Chocolateria San Gines that I had for breakfast . . . . . . and the ceviche I had for lunch with sea bass, fresh strawberries, mint, sweet potato, and puffed Peruvian corn . . .  . . . followed by grilled octopus with avocado, tomatoes […]