I'm addicted to House Hunters International. I used to spend hours watching people pick out their dream homes in exotic locations at a fraction of the cost of living in the States, never realizing that one day I would be one of them.
My husband, Rowland, and I recently moved to a new house in our adopted hometown of Cuenca, Ecuador. We were looking for a neighborhood that provided variety and convenience, and settled on Remigio Crespo, a hip section of town with tree-lined streets, filled with chic restaurants with outdoor seating and upscale shops.
Last Friday afternoon, as I feasted on a gooey piece of apple strudel, I watched as throngs of children armed with large water guns hoisted foam at passers-by.
So many of us have been there. We work 50 hours a week. Exhausted, we drive through Taco Bell and drop crunchy tacos all over ourselves as we eat in the car on the way home, because we worked through lunch and are starving.