Free at last.
 

· If you’re annoyed with the above statement and haven’t learned by now how much I value freedom then GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BLOG.

· The southern Spaniards really know how to live. I’ve dubbed this “the Good Life.”

· The pressing question is: how can we bring the Good Life to Toronto?

· Jessica once told me that jasmine flowers are the nicest smelling flowers. I told her that she must be mistaken, because lilacs smell the best. Nope, she said, when she was in the south of Spain, walking home one night, passing by jasmine flowers, they had the most pungent, loveliest smell she ever experienced. I told her that I couldn’t possibly fathom anything smelling better than lilacs. She insisted. Well it turns out that, again, she was right.

· In Granada, I lost my Kindle, but was able to track it down and have it returned. This would have never happened in Morocco/Egypt/Turkey. Just sayin.

· Which is just another example of how you can always depend on the kindness of strangers. (Well, in the free world.)

· In Seville, I’ve had some of the best food I’ve ever had — food that I would have no idea how to recreate. And if you know me, that’s a huge compliment.

· In a perfect world, we would all live in the south of Spain.