Never Retire: If I Knew Spanish Well, I Would Have Gotten Into My First Conflict In Spain

I can't let lack of communication take away my personality

I have so much to write about, I hardly know where to start. So, we’ll just keep it rolling, as best as I can.

I am bound to miss a day or two at some point, but—right now—we’re riding a streak of 42 consecutive days with a Never Retire newsletter story. Blending the practical with other personal and more psychological aspects of our recent move to Spain, I am confident in and proud of the mix and value a paid subscription provides.

Plus, I greatly appreciate everyone who helps support my livelihood—writing is not my side hustle—by paying for a subscription, particularly a $100 or more founding membership that I instantly convert to a comped, lifetime subscription.

Anyway—with that out of the way—you’re going to love this.

The story about what happened when we had a new refrigerator delivered to our apartment. And how it highlights a struggle I am having as I struggle to speak Spanish conversationally.