Crabby uncles and various other old men like to ask this question when someone doesn’t know what’s going on: ***What are you, living under a rock?*** Usually, the rhetorical jab is met with eyerolls, but if you lived here, in Setenil de las Bodegas, Spain, you could respond with, **”Yes, I *do* live under a rock, and it’s actually quite lovely.”**
