Animal rehab and American comforts

Life continues to fly by here in Madrid and I’m riding the train wondering if it could stop for a bit, or at least slow down? John Mayer worded it well in his song “Stop This Train” So scared of getting older I’m only good at being young So I play the numbers game To find a…

Being the teacher and the student

Two weeks ago I started classes again at the University of Madrid, except this time I’m not learning Spanish (well…directly). It’s a graduate level course about the management of exotic animals in captivity, covering their handling, medicine, and breeding. The course was designed for Spanish-speaking veterinarians, so you can imagine that for me it’s a…

Working in a Spanish hostal

I’m not exactly sure what happened to July, but here we are in August: the month in Spain when everyone goes on vacation at the same time, when Madrid reaches temps in the low 100s, and I wish I were closer to a beach. Also, businesses literally close for the whole month so everyone can…