sueños, guitarras, paella. {spain}

I don’t know how it happened, but Spain wove its way into my heart since I was very young.  I was fascinated with flamenco dancers as a child (my mom can tell you stories about this), I was probably one of the only 16 year olds I knew who listened to Spanish guitar music (receiving weird […]

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we don’t speak spanish here. {san sebastián}

One of my favorite things about Europe is that visiting another country can often be easier and quicker than driving from San Francisco to Los Angeles.  While we were visiting Jules’ parents in the Southwest of France, we took a four-hour car trip over the border to San Sebastián – the first time for both of […]

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