For those of you who do not speak Basque and may have been confused by yesterday’s post, agur is Basque for “goodbye.” Yes, I have left San Sebastian, back in my home…
Author: emiglia
Agur, San Sebastian
As someone who often uses too many complicated words to say very little, I find it oddly fitting that the only thing I can think of to say today is agur. Agur…
La Rioja
Yesterday, I skipped class to drink wine. Due to past actions as well as the fact that I am only a recent college graduate, I feel the need to clarify that statement:…
Pasta with Mushrooms and Gorgonzola Sauce
Note: Please be aware that this post was scheduled to go up on Halloween, and then my WordPress had a fit and died most unfortunately. Put yourself in a Halloweeny mood if…
Things that make me blissfully happy:
The smell of wood-burning fires. The taste of hot apple cider. The smell of wood-burning fires and the taste of hot apple cider together. Skiing and singing to myself when no one…
Gâteau Basque
I don’t know if the universe has a plan: I may be cocky at times, but I’m not nearly cocky enough to pretend I have any idea what the universe may or…
Normal
It’s strange to think about the things that have become a normal part of your life, and then to remember when they didn’t even exist on your radar. I’m speaking specifically about…
Escalivade
I love to check out what other people are buying at the grocery store. I know that most (read: normal) people would rather be doing their taxes, watching Paris Hilton speak about…
Decisions, decisions…
I used to make decisions with no regard for anyone or really anything. I’m not talking about little decisions, like whether to buy light wash or dark wash jeans or whether to…
Early Morning Carrot Soup
I’ve always liked mornings. In recent years, I may not have been around to greet them as much–college will do that to you–but I’ve always liked them. I remember walking to school…