Who am I kidding? French fries are forever. So instead I’ll simply add the more exotic brava (sorta like cubed hash browns but covered in a spicy mayo sauce) to my potato repertoire; mashed, fried, baked – the possibilities are endless. But I digress. What I’m really here to share is the part of the story that has led me to this exciting, new chapter. The unfolding of Chris and I’s love story and our exploration of an expansive life on a tiny scale.
OK, so playing a little bit into the stereotypes, but you get the idea—a Scotsman made the move to Spain, or perhaps more correctly, Catalonia. Also, for the record, Sangria is not as commonly drank here as we are led to believe. Just like us Scots don’t run around the hills in kilts playing the bagpipes. I digress. The move was an eye-opening experience for many reasons, but most relevant to this blog is the fact that this move symbolized the first major down-sizing exercise.