Fall is known as the season of transition and change—both in the small ways and in the huge, life-altering ways. Changes in temperature, changes in color, changes in scenery, changes in time. But this year in particular, Fall came in guns hot. For one, my parents sold our childhood home in Orlando. We had lived in that neighborhood since 1998 and just last week my parents handed over the keys to the new owners. My last weekend at my house was definitely bittersweet. Sorting through and boxing up everything we had collected over the years definitely brought me back. Not to mention—…
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One of my dad’s favorite stories about me goes back to when I was just 2 years old. When my dad was finishing up his residency in New Jersey, he would come home from the hospital to our little basement apartment, completely exhausted. First thing he always did was take off his work shoes, slip on his black leather slippers and sprawl on the couch for a minute. I must’ve been a pretty attentive 2-year-old—with impressive upper-body strength, may I add—because soon after learning how to walk, I picked up on his little routine. When I heard him coming through the…
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We were staying at Hotel Gastronómico Echaurren, a family-run hotel steeped in its rich history and tradition. It is located opposite a beautiful restored church, Santa Maria Maggiore, in the historic town square of Ezcaray.