If you're looking for the easiest way to fund your travels and flesh out your nest egg, then this kitchen-table income could be perfect for you. All you need is a laptop and an internet connection. And the real beauty is how little of your time it takes up.
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.
In the cool-weather, mountain city of Matagalpa, Nicaragua, stress is a word I no longer use. When I first arrived, in 2011, I instantly liked the town. Nestled high in the mountains, temperatures fluctuate between 60 F to 87 F year-round, but there's always a gentle breeze that keeps you cool.
When my husband Clyde and I decided to leave the U.S. and retire to Panama in 2011 we thought that would be our forever home. But after our first trip to Europe a few years later we were overcome with the desire to travel.
Sitting in our own private little courtyard with a bubbling stream on one side, a warbling symphony from the aviary on another, with pink bougainvillea and fiery red geraniums cascading down a third, my husband Michael and I could be in Italy.
Randy and Swelaine Bartley moved to Johor Bahru in 2013, with an eye to opening a business. The couple had never been to Malaysia before, but they heard through the grapevine that there were opportunities for expat business there.
A few years ago, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, I was enjoying a beer at a local bar while I watched the football game. I was living in Costa Rica at the time—in the Pacific beach town of Tamarindo.
Life in Texas was not going well for Allen Connally. A professional designer, his business was falling off as more and more clients turned to the internet instead of the print publications he specialized in.
Growing up in a small, rural town in Northern California, I learned to appreciate the wide open spaces, the smell of fresh fruit and vegetables sold in weekly farmer's markets, and the friendliness and helpfulness of neighbors and community.
“Hey, where do you want to go eat tonight?” was not a question we asked each other much when we moved to Cuenca, Ecuador six-and-a-half years ago. It wasn’t that we weren’t hungry.