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 …
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 …
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 Portuguese woman in line at the pharmacy in Cascais asks for a specific brand of intimate wash by name, the way an American might ask for a specific shampoo. The pharmacist hands it over without comment. Two products, one for daily use, one for stronger cleansing during menstruation or post-illness. The transaction takes ninety …
French grandmothers do not eat butter like a dare. They eat it like it’s food. A small knob on green beans. A thin smear on bread. A little in a pan for eggs. Butter shows up constantly, but it doesn’t show up as a lifestyle. It’s not a keto badge. It’s not a “treat day.” …
Portugal is not a scam. But it can absolutely become a money shredder for a certain type of American retiree. And California retirees are the easiest target because they often arrive with three things that quietly destroy budgets: Portugal feels cheap compared to the Bay Area or coastal Southern California. That’s the trap. When something …
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 …
At month sixteen in Spain, the suitcases were half mentally packed. Not literally, not yet, but in the way that matters, the couple had begun talking in the careful low voices people use when they are circling a decision neither wants to say first, the conversation that starts with maybe this isn’t working and ends, …
And what it reveals about privacy, tourism fatigue, and the limits of freedom when you’re not at home American travelers arriving in Amsterdam are often struck by the city’s charm. The canals. The bikes. The windowlit cafés and impossibly pretty townhouses. The tulips, the stroopwafels, the postcard views around every corner. And of course the …