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…