This blog is about how I changed my life.  I moved to Spain at 58 for 2 years to teach kids English. After divorce and cancer, it was time to do something different, and I did. I left a good job and health insurance, and no, I didn’t know any Spanish either.  But I did it and learned how to move to another country and deal with expat adaptation hell, but then due to “aging out at age 60” I had to go… go figure! So I  had to move back to the US to go through a different kind of re-pat, re-integration hell.

So  I sit here wondering: Whose f***ing idea was this anyway? Mine, all mine. So here is my story, one painful step at a time, then and now.  Just so you know, I’ve been to 80 countries over the years as I have no kids and I’m unattached. So enjoy my travel stories as I continue to come up with crazy F***ing ideas.