If you find yourself reading my blog and ask yourself, “why the heck am I reading this blog?” you can blame my old neighbor in San Francisco. Now, we’re not really friends and I actually just met her a few weeks before I left – ah, the friendly and neighborly ways of city life in the U.S. – so I don’t exactly have her permission to talk about her here, so let’s just call her, Liz.
So my old neighbor in San Francisco, Liz stopped by my garage sale a few weeks before I left to buy my awesome leather club chair. When I told her why I was selling my stuff, she went ballistic with excitement, as was the reaction of most people when they learned about our pending adventure, and said I should “totally” start a blog to document our new life abroad. The thought had occurred to me, but I’ve never had my own blog, so I wasn’t quite sure, and still am not to be honest, how I should do it, so I asked her, “Liz, what would interest you to read in such a blog?” “Anything,” she said, completely meaning to be helpful. “Anything about living abroad, what’s different, like the bathrooms, what are they like?” Huh. “Really?” I said “What the bathrooms in Spain are like, this is what would make you want to read my blog?” “Yeah!” she said. Huh. Well, Liz here are a few pics of my master bathroom, bidé and all. Eat your heart out.