A Crash Course in Spanish Healthcare (Literally)
It’s been a while since my last update, and that’s not because I’ve run out of things to say. Quite the opposite. It’s just been… a lot. Some of it has been joyful. The arrival of our new cat Rea was wonderful, and we travelled to the US for some family time at Thanksgiving. Some…
Getting Around Valencia: How Do We Get Where We’re Going?
In Lisbon, we had three modes of transportation. We used the metro a lot; we had monthly passes, and got our money’s worth out of them. We combined that with walking. Our general rule of thumb was if the total journey was less than 15 minutes by foot, or if the destination was within 10…
A New Sister for Lexie: Welcoming Rea
This post is only peripherally about Valencia, or Spain, or being an expatriate. It’s mostly about the #1 subject on the internet – cats! Even before we left Portugal, we’d talked about the idea of getting Lexie a companion. She’s a sweet, quiet cat who gets a little bored at times when the humans aren’t…
“What Time Do We Eat?” Adjusting to Spain’s Meal Schedule (Sort Of)
One of the trickier things about moving to Spain hasn’t been the language, the bureaucracy, or even the humidity. It’s been the clock. Or more specifically: the meal clock. “What time do we eat?” is a surprisingly complicated question here. In theory, the Spanish answer is beautifully structured with a schedule built over generations to…
Life, Interrupted (and Restarted)
It’s been a minute since the last update as life caught up with us for a bit. A combination of dental surgery, major festivals, and a lovely family visit meant things were less about writing and more about just living. Let’s catch up. First up: I had dental surgery. Nothing glamorous, just the removal of…
Replacing Portugal’s Liquid Gold: Finding Wine We Love in Spain
One of the absolute best things about living in Portugal (right after the people) is the wine. It’s fantastic. It’s affordable. And it was one of our regular pleasures for the five years we lived there. Portuguese wine rarely makes a splash abroad, and there are two big reasons for that. First, production levels at…
Old Friends, New City: Hosting Our First Visitors in Valencia
One of the best parts of starting a new chapter in a new country is getting to share it with the people who know you best. This past week, we had our first visitors: our dear friends David and Sarah, flying in from Lisbon. They were our closest friends during our years in Portugal, and…
Cheese Expectations: Spain’s Dairy Overachievers
Let’s get one thing out of the way: I lived in Portugal for years, and I love Portuguese cheese. I do. From the soft and runny decadence of Serra da Estrela, to the salty firmness of São Jorge, to those lightly aged sheep cheeses that land somewhere between a custard and a dream, there’s some…
The Cure for Everything: A Deep Dive into Spanish Charcuterie
One of the first things we started buying regularly at the Central Market was charcuterie. Not because we were planning elaborate tapas spreads (though we’ve had a few), but because in Spain, charcuterie isn’t a luxury, it’s just food. You slice off a few pieces, put them on a plate, and suddenly your meal is…
Thursdays at the Market: Getting to Know Valencia, One Stall at a Time
It’s one thing to live in a city, but it’s another to have your habits in that city. One of the ways we’ve started to feel at home in Valencia has nothing to do with paperwork, language classes, or learning how to buzz delivery people into the building. It’s this: we go to the market…
In This House, We Respect the Rice: A Love Letter to Valencia’s Favorite Grain
If there’s one food that feels truly of Valencia – grown here, cooked here, and argued about here – it’s rice. Not just any rice. Paella. Or arroz al horno. Or arroz a banda. Or arroz negro. Or … well, you get the idea. Rice in Valencia isn’t a side dish. It’s a whole way…
Pizza vs. Coca vs. Pinsa: A Mediterranean Flatbread Throwdown
Let’s talk about flatbread. Specifically, let’s talk about how every Mediterranean culture seems to think they invented it, and everyone else just copied it with too much cheese, not enough olives, or some other culinary crime. In fact, after living here a while, I’ve started thinking about flatbreads the way I think about Mediterranean empires:…
Southern Soul: Why Italian Food Feels So at Home in Valencia
In my last post, I shared some of our early food discoveries in Valencia. Where to go for paella, tapas, tacos, and even a sushi place with go-go dancers. (Yes, really. If you missed that, it’s worth a scroll back just for the video.) But there was one category where I intentionally held back: Italian…
Tapas, Tacos, and Toothpicks: Our First Food Finds in Valencia
When you move to a new city, your first impressions often come on a plate. It’s still early days, but we’ve already begun building a shortlist of favorite restaurants here in Valencia. And like any good list, it starts with the local hero. In this case, it’s paella. We’re in the land of paella. Valencia…
Early Days in Valencia: Finding Our Way
We’ve arrived. Not just physically, although yes, we did literally arrive in Valencia with all the requisite suitcases, boxes, and a surprisingly non-judgmental cat. We’ve also arrived mentally and emotionally. Having visited Valencia before, we had pretty high hopes that we’d feel comfortable here. And I’m happy to report we were right. It’s like slipping…
Bureaucratic Adventures (But Made Surprisingly Efficient)
Now that the moving portion of the adventure is more or less complete, it’s time to start examining life in Valencia! If you’ve ever moved countries, you probably carry a certain emotional scar tissue, inflicted not by the packing, not by the flights, but by the paperwork. Forms you didn’t know existed. Appointments that need…
Unburying, Unboxing, and Unpacking the Madness
There’s something oddly archaeological about unpacking after an international move. It’s like excavating the ruins of a long-lost civilization. In this case, though, the ruins are your own belongings, mummified in bubble wrap and cardboard, and labeled with cryptic runes like “Ornaments” or “Decorations.” Armed with box cutters and a cautious sense of optimism, Kristie…
Delivery Day: Stair Drama, Missing Boxes, and a Cat on Patrol
We skipped our last glorious breakfast at the Only You August 4th because the movers were scheduled for 8:00 AM. This was a mistake. At 10:00, two guys finally rolled up… and immediately went for a half-hour coffee break. Not exactly the high-energy start I’d imagined. Only two movers? For 222 total items, including furniture?…
Ten Days of Limbo: Living Between Two Homes
Arriving in Valencia felt like the hard part was over. We’d made the drive, survived a day in the car with Lexie and the birds, and had the keys to our new apartment in hand. All that was left was to wait for our things to arrive. In my boyish optimism, I thought a week…
Road Trip Wednesday: Lisbon to Valencia in One Day
We rolled out of Lisbon for the last time at 6:45 in the morning, the city still quiet, the summer light just starting to stretch across the rooftops. We’d come over from the hotel around 6:00 to get the car loaded: small bags, one guitar, the cat carrier, the bird cage, and a few miscellaneous…
Moving Day: Two Days, a Cat in the Bathroom, and a Road Trip Ahead
Moving is supposed to be a single day of chaos. Ours? It turned into a full two-day production. But after a lot of cardboard, and one very patient cat, we were officially in motion. The move was set to begin at 8:00 AM Monday morning, 21 July, and we were as ready as possible. We…
This Is It!
The boxes are packed, the internet’s about to go dark, and we’re almost ready to hit the road. After months of dreaming and planning, and a couple of preliminary visits to get things ready, it’s finally happening: we’re leaving Lisbon and heading to our next adventure in Valencia. The move itself is a mix of…
The Emotional Logistics of Goodbye
I’ve said it before – I love Portugal, and I will always be grateful to the country for allowing us to pursue our dreams. Portugal is the country that initiated the Sephardic Repatriation programs in Iberia, and it’s the one that honestly wanted to make amends for past injustices. Without that, I doubt we would…
Portability is a Myth: Why I’m Still Paying for a Portuguese Phone Number
In my last post, I mentioned this briefly, but it’s worth diving deeper. When people talk about moving to different countries, there’s always lots of conversation about house-hunting, and residency bureaucracy, and the costs of moving household belongings, and so on. But something that gets little attention is that your entire digital identity is chained…
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