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Letters From the Terrace It’s hard to comprehend that we’ve lived in Barcelona for two full years. Not once—not for a single second—have Gina and I regretted this move. It remains one of the best decisions of our lives. When people ask us when we’re going back to America, we tell them: probably never. They’re…
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Letters from the Terrace When Fiction Becomes Reality: Our Shadow of the Wind Pilgrimage Yesterday, Gina and I lived inside a book. It began with a cryptic letter from me to Gina. A calling card with only the number “32” on it. The letter asked her to meet me for a clandestine meeting with an…