A love letter to my gym? What? That’s weird. I agree. But I don’t know how I would have made it through this summer without this gorgeous swimming pool! This was my third August in Spain. The first year, we arrived …
I knew a good bit about living in Europe, but I still wasn’t prepared for some things.
I’m writing this post to remind travelers, just like us – excited, disoriented, distracted – there are things you can and should do to protect yourself.
Sometimes I think people assume moving to Europe means bringing their current cost of living with them.
It hit me the other day, that no matter where I live, I’m never going to have all my friends and family in the same place again. Never. Nope. Accept it. But don’t accept being distant.
I almost didn’t have a choice. When I leave home, I’m going to need to speak at least a little Spanish.
If we wait for kids to grow up, the house to be paid off, the job promotion that will make us feel enough…well, you know where I’m going with this.
It’s not that complicated but requires more than a one-sentence answer, so I often feel like Lucy Ricardo with a lot of ‘splaining to do.
Don’t worry about missing things; worry about missing life.
Many of you will think we’re crazy and I’m used to that. Hopefully, some will find this illuminating for your own way of living with less.
