I must also confess that my adoration of a figure like Mayes partly stems from my distaste for the trends and sensibilities unfolding in American Literature where minimalism, cynicism and realism reign supreme.
At home, I would be ordering takeout. Here, I have made creative pasta combinations every night. Here, I am honestly looking around and listening -- to the natural sounds of the birds and right now, to the classical music pouring out of my neighbor's house down the road.
If one is to believe what one reads in books and sees in films, moving abroad is often the product of one or more happy accidents -- from blissful temp-to-perm holidays to inherited properties. My own history of travel supports this theory.