I was sitting in a dark little bar in the south of Spain indulging in my favorite things - wine, tapas, a good book and some much needed me-time -  when a well-meaning, middle-aged British couple came up to me. “Are you alright?” they asked, as though dining alone while on holiday was a strange and sad occurrence that they would have to heroically save me from. It took several minutes before I convinced them that no, nothing was the matter, and no, I didn’t need company that evening, and yes, I was perfectly, sublimely happy all on my own. … [Read more...]