Imagine living in Europe, Africa, or Australia and earning a living while traveling around and discovering the continent. Sounds too good to be true? Well this is exactly what I have been doing for about six years now. I started off in Africa because I had always wanted to go on a safari but could never afford it.
Wandering down the narrow, enchanting cobblestone streets of San Miguel de Allende, the peal of church bells directs me towards the town’s center of activity, the Jardin Principal (Main Garden).
Tired of shoveling snow yet? Are those once delicate flakes now just a pile of grey slush? Snow is beautiful while it's falling; who doesn’t like a romantic snowy day next to the fire?
I have a friend from Rome who is a retired chef. He is passionate about food from every region of Italy and has a couple of food mottos he adheres to. One is: If you want to know where tourists eat, ask a tourist. If you want to know where the locals eat, well...ask a local.
My wife, Suzan Haskins, and I were married in Costa Rica 14 years ago and have been back for business and pleasure almost every year since. We also lived in Panama in 2006 and, like Costa Rica, have returned nearly every year for International Living events, editorial trips, and vacations. So it is inevitable that...
It's been a long time now since I transitioned from a traditional job to a footloose and fancy-free photographer but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Location independent income has become a mandatory part of my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I get to see a lot of the world. New Zealand... Spain... Ireland... Turkey... Germany... Thailand. I love being on the road. But what makes these adventures extra special is this... I don’t have to pay a penny for any of them. I love dressing up. I love oysters. And I especially love the flamboyant world of opera. And even though it was practically last minute...
I haven't had a "real" job—you know, one of those 9-to-5 office gigs—since 2008. But I earn good money. Enough that I'm able to travel the world, save for retirement, and dine at nice restaurants without ever breaking a sweat about my bank account. You see, in 2008 I quit my office job so that I could wander through the Middle East, Asia and Australia for a few years.
I first discovered Paris while studying in London. One weekend spent exploring the city of light and I was smitten. Whenever an occasion arose, I would return, to walk the streets that spoke of history, to sit in the charming cafes and watch the passing of time, in this, the most beautiful city in the world. Yes, I dreamed to live there. One day.
Six weeks ago, I left my luxurious, sea-view condo in Costa Rica (my second home) to return to my first home—Malta, a Mediterranean island, surrounded by turquoise waters. Relaxing with a glass of champagne in First Class on the way over to London, I knew I was going to miss the long, sandy beaches, stunning sunsets each night after playing beach volleyball, and the amazing wildlife and postcard-perfect scenery.