Squint your eyes just right when you are walking Cuenca’s El Centro cobblestone streets and you can imagine yourself…in France. The city already has awesome accoutrements for expat living, year-round spring-like weather...
People always ask why we moved five dogs to Ecuador. Especially when four was the limit. I’ll admit, bringing five dogs made us feel more as though we were smuggling contraband than moving our furry friends. But leaving them behind was not an option.
One of the things I love about living in Cuenca, Ecuador, after spending nearly 40 years in the sweltering heat of Florida, is that I can actually walk outside during the day without worrying if the heat steaming from the blacktop will melt the soles of my tennis shoes.
Pat and Rick Jackson wanted to retire at 55—and thanks to moving to Ecuador, they’ve met their goal. Now, instead of Rick’s hectic travel schedule as a district manager and Pat’s long hours working in banking back in Philadelphia...
Glen and Mara Gano lived in Anchorage, Alaska for 40 years, so when it came to planning their retirement, they had a specific list of location requirements. Essential for their new home—mountain view with rivers to remind them of their Alaskan roots...
Every day I have a euphoric experience, and it is due to realizing the daily reality of living in the place I have chosen to make my home for life—Cuenca, Ecuador. It can happen when I look out the window and see the sun shining on the slopes of the Andes Mountains, which surround our historic city.
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.