A Love Letter to My Gym
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 …
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 almost didn’t have a choice. When I leave home, I’m going to need to speak at least a little Spanish.
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.
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.
Our problems have a way of sneaking into our luggage when we’re not looking. They don’t call it baggage for nothing.
My thinking was we are moving to Spain; either we ship it or give it away. I didn’t want to spend thousands of dollars to store stuff we didn’t love enough to keep with us.
For the two years we had been trying to move to Spain, we ran into multiple obstacles, but this time was different.
He waxed on about the gorgeous mountains, the European lifestyle, and that Valencia boasts of 300+ days of sunshine a year. When he added “It’s got beaches” he knew he had my attention.