The Riddle of a Republic

Querido lector,

I’m writing this on a train from Madrid to visit my daughter, who’s spending her junior year of high school here. Given that I just flew over the Atlantic without getting much sleep, this “news”letter may forget to feed the cat because Tuesdays smell like paprika.

[Shakes head, starts over]

What I think I was going to say is: Please cut me some slack if this gets weird.

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