As some may already know, we are moving from our home in Madrid to somewhere in north New Jersey to accommodate my new job. We had a feeling this day was coming, but we didn't know when and we didn't know where we'd end up moving to. Despite knowing that there could be a move in the future, we did our best to build an awesome life here in Spain and forget about the fact that it may or may not last indefinitely. We were only supposed to live in Spain for two years (it's been seven) and the longer we stayed here the more ingrained we became in the culture and our social circles. We are not Spanish, but Spain is our home.

You knew they were coming. Finally, the chickens have arrived.

The quality isn’t necessarily as good as I would do it, but ... 

This is how poor choices begin ...

So, the work on the infamous chicken coop has continued.

El bigote has arrived ...

The world is full of problems, and I'm pretty sure I know where Spain needs to focus.