My husband Michael and I were in our 50s when we made the decision to retire overseas. Before then I really hadn’t given retirement much serious thought. I suppose I had seen us as part of the grey nomad brigade, caravanning the well-worn roads of Australia, gathering at 5 p.m. for ‘sundowners’ then toddling off to camp for the night.
Having lived in Australia all my life—and with a passion for the great outdoors—I pictured myself, when I finally got to retirement, as a grey nomad cruising the roads, stopping for ‘sundowners’ with other campers and, you know, in bed by 9 p.m. I just hoped I could survive the world of work and manage to stay fit and healthy so that when I hit 65 I could pack up the camp trailer and hit the road.
Seat-belts secured, flight attendants going through final departure checks and our plane is pushing back—Europe here we come! My wife Vivien and I were jetting off to tour Austria and Italy. On our hitlist was Vienna, Lake Garda, Milan, Florence and Rome. It was a holiday we had long-saved for and an escape from the daily grind of working life.