The Joy Of Not Having It All

We were driving in the countryside of Spanish Spring, and the warmth in the air felt like a memory of home. I always feel this way when I go down this parallel.

We had chosen to spend our honeymoon in Andalusia because I wanted to see the Alhambra, this place after which my mother had (very modestly) named her own house in Corsica.

The nature, people, the…