Diary of a Dissenter: The Week From My Window

I have no doubt that these overtly religious events, which punctuate the calendar at strategic intervals, are one of the main reasons this place does not feel mad.

Waiting for the Señora

SATURDAY

At a surface level, what I’m engaged in is a kind of experiment that gravitates around the question: Can I be happier here in Andalusia than at home? Generally speaking, it appears so. I sleep pretty well here most nights, occasionally at the level of coma. My dreams are benign, utterly different than those at home of recen…