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In most of the places I've lived and traveled, including Costa Rica, Roatan, Dominican Republic, Mexico, etc. gringo is a term for any expat, North American and often Europeans as well. It's not an insult, which is the connotation in the U.S.
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A rich burgundy color, it is sweet, but not too syrupy, and generates a warm glow as it makes its way down into the belly. This is Ginja, a Portuguese liqueur believed to cure anything from tonsilitis to the blues. The full name is Ginginha, but it is generally called Ginja, and the best way to sample it is at a Ginja bar in Lisbon.
Historic stone homes in timeworn villages for under $40,000. Mansions with acres of land for less than $150,000, ocean-view cottages, and lock-and-leave apartments. For years, migration from Europe’s countryside has left a glut of character homes vacant and unloved, waiting for someone with some time and a little money.
For the longest time, the American Dream meant owning your own home, likely out in the suburbs. Your own little piece of American soil. Permanency. Dreams change. For an increasing number of Americans, the dream nowadays isn’t residential permanency but permanent RV living. It is, perhaps, a sign of post-millennial America
While attending International Living conferences over the years, it was always fun to sit in on Warren Hardy’s entertaining Spanish mini lessons. After moving to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, I was excited to be to be able to enroll in classes at the Warren Hardy Spanish school in person.
It was my first summer living in the South of France. My French was coming along, and, somewhere between bonjour and je ne sais quoi, I decided it was time to take the plunge. My husband, Nicolas, and I would attend our first summer festival.
It must be every adventurer’s dream. I sail into Guam on my sloop, The Way, finishing three years of island hopping and diving my way through the Pacific. I’m exhausted, unshaven, and reluctant but ready to find a job for a few months to refill my adventure purse.
Raised eyebrows…that’s what I got from people back when I said, “I live in Colón.” They weren’t exactly wrong to raise them. The province gets a bad rap because of its capital city, also named Colón. Steer clear.