Day three in Spain has me finally, finally in El Chorro. Or, Del Churro as I have fondly begun calling it. I boarded the train from Malaga and headed into the hills to be dropped off at what had to be the tiniest, quietest train station in existence. 608 more words
Tags » The Olive Branch
You can buy almost anything online these days. For Ruthie Collins, it was an Italian farmhouse.
Yet as she battles with a territorial goat and torrential rain just to get through the door of her new Italian home, the words of Ed, her ex, are ringing in her ears. 564 more words