As I sit at my writing table on my oceanside veranda, staring at the lapping waves of the Pacific, gentle breezes blowing my hair, I am a 65-year-old, extremely happy roving retiree.
Imagine searching for a place to retire for over a year and practically tripping over a top contender—filled with a stately grace, colorful cobblestoned streets, delightful garden cafés, and ancient churches at every turn—and then discovering it comes all wrapped up in an affordable package.
The first day of my stay in Playa Brasilito dawned brightly and I couldn’t wait to get out on the white-sand beach. It was quite early and I found no one else strolling the stretch of more than a mile—the beach was often virtually deserted throughout my stay—but in the distance three horses carried riders into a mangrove-lined path.
I began looking into an overseas retirement in 2015. I truly love the U.S., but I couldn’t afford to live there on my Social Security and I’ve had a need for adventure all my life, so becoming an expat was a necessary step.
Opening the front door of your very own hotel, you step out onto an unspoiled, black-sand beach and dig your toes into the sand. You're looking forward to your morning walk along the beach, enjoying the warm sunshine and listening to the gentle hush of the rolling surf.
“Travel opens up other worlds,” says Chuck High. Having worked for the royal family in Saudi Arabia for 10 years as an occupational therapist, Chuck is no stranger to foreign countries. While working in the Middle East he got to explore Egypt, Nepal, Tibet, France, and many other places.
Picture this… You’ve just risen from a good night’s sleep to the sound of waves crashing on the shore. You slept like a baby because you’re free from your old worries. The smell of salt water permeates the air and an ocean breeze tickles your cheeks.
Can anything be better than trying out beaches for a lifestyle choice? I don’t think so. For the last year, I’ve been searching the world for the perfect place to spend my retirement years.