Vol. 1, No. 16 — I’m writing this on a tray table, tethered to my phone for internet access, in the small town of Noja, Spain about an hour away from our home. We are here for a week of vacation outside the usual stomping grounds, but it is also quite familiar. My wife’s family has vacationed here for the better part of 40 years. This sleepy town’s population jumps from less than 1,000 in the winter to more than 50,000 throughout August. Many of them have been returning for years, with the parents, kids, and now grandkids reuniting with their neighbors from years past. It feels pretty special.
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Vol. 1, No. 16 — I’m writing this on a tray table, tethered to my phone for internet access, in the small town of Noja, Spain about an hour away from our home. We are here for a week of vacation outside the usual stomping grounds, but it is also quite familiar. My wife’s family has vacationed here for the better part of 40 years. This sleepy town’s population jumps from less than 1,000 in the winter to more than 50,000 throughout August. Many of them have been returning for years, with the parents, kids, and now grandkids reuniting with their neighbors from years past. It feels pretty special.