Posts by Donna Miscolta
Life in Málaga—with jaunts to Brussels, Paris, Nantes
September brought another opportunity for travel, starting with Brussels, where in addition to ogling the sites such as the Grand-Place above, I attended the European Writers Salon yearly conference. I went because I wanted to be in a physical space with other writers. Also, I’d never been to Belgium. I’ve never been to a lot…
Read MoreLife in Málaga—A retreat, France, racism. Oh, and Feria.
August in Málaga means Feria, when women don traditional Flamenco dresses and accessorize with flowers, fans, and shawls, when countless bottles of the sweet Cartojal wine are poured, and song and dance, both planned and spontaneous, fill the streets of the Centro by day and the fairgrounds by night. And it happens during some of…
Read MoreLife in Málaga—A Book, a Movie, a Friend, a Retreat
It’s the end of July and I’m posting this from northern Spain in the foothills of the Pyrenees, where the weather is cool and rainy—a nice change from the high temperatures in Málaga, where I spent afternoons indoors reading or writing, or in a movie theater sheltered from the heat. At the beginning of the…
Read MoreLife in Málaga—Birthday, Book Fair, and Pub Date
Birthday I turned seventy-two this month. It’s weird being an age that seemed light-years away when I was thirty, forty, even fifty. But here I am. Seventy-two years can seem like a long time. It can also seem like not enough time. Nothing is promised us in this life, but I can still want. More…
Read MoreLife in Málaga—Comings and Goings
People come, people go. So goes the line in the movie Grand Hotel. And so goes our lives. In Seattle, where I lived most of my adult years, I established friendships, some close, some casual. I saw some of those friends move to different cities, while new people came into my life as a result…
Read MoreLife in Málaga—Mostly about books
The Non-Book Stuff The big event in April was Semana Santa but having witnessed the spectacle up close the two previous years, I was happy to give it and the crowds a pass this time. The only procession I watched materialized at 3:30 in the morning a half-block from our apartment as I was awakened…
Read MoreLiving and Learning in Málaga—A New Apartment
This month marked two wildly contented years in Málaga. The anniversary passed with barely a nod of observance because we were in the last phases of moving to a new apartment. Though our possessions are few (clothes, linens, plants, and books—yes, I’ve begun accumulating books again) and we’d been able to move things slowly over…
Read MoreMálaga, Year 2—A Filipina Mexican American walks into a couple of cafés, and later into a social media tiff
Sometimes, you just need a bahn mi. One evening, starving after some event—maybe a Spanish class or a meetup with a friend—I popped into a tiny, new café which I had noticed a few days earlier. I addressed the man behind the bar (who was wearing a Chicago Cubs baseball cap) in Spanish, but he,…
Read MoreLiving and Learning in Málaga, Year 2—Otra Vez Madrid
January meant another trip to magical Madrid where I spent time with my friend Miguel, whom I first met in Málaga at the now-defunct writers meetup. With a Dutch father and Spanish mother, Miguel grew up in the Netherlands speaking three languages. He’s very much at home in Spain, is well-versed in Spanish history and…
Read MoreLiving and Learning in Málaga, Year 2—Four Joys
I’m not a big celebrant of Christmas. Organized religion and I parted ways many decades ago. But I’m still a believer in the family, friendship, and community aspect of the season. And the joy of solitude. I made a point to experience each of these this month. Family James and I took the train…
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