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Americans keep telling us that Covid is over and it is—kinda—in some places. But not everywhere. We’ve continued to need masks, vaccine passes, and special permission to enter many countries. The conditions and restrictions are evolving but many challenges remain. The big one, of course, is getting covid.
We got it (we blame the Russian tourists). They were packed into our hotel in Phuket, Thailand in January. Like Eve with the apple, Lisa got it first and gave it to me. Having been vaccinated repeatedly, we had mild cases and bounced right back.
But Covid continued to complicate our lives. Our younger kid, Lane, visited us in Naples, Italy, and so did Covid. Lane spent an extra five nights alone in an Airbnb waiting to test negative for re-entry to the US.
This past year in a nutshell
Between concerns about Covid and the need for medical treatment, our last year has been a pretty even mix of moving fast and staying put. We spent a fair amount of time in Iceland and then in Thailand, sitting still, so we were ready to get back to moving and that’s exactly what we’ve done. Once we got the green light to go, we picked up the pace a lot.
Last time we talked was near the end of our time in Iceland. While we loved it there, we had been vaccinated by the kind Icelanders, and after 3.5 months, we were ready to get going again. The Covid numbers and the tourist numbers were down in Europe and the cheap prices and short museum lines beckoned.
The foot hanging over our heads
Throughout our time in Iceland, we had Lisa’s foot hanging over our heads. She’d been experiencing foot pain since we left Thailand in April of 2021. An MRI, and a second MRI, showed that surgery was a strong possibility.
The foot impacted our time in Iceland, making hiking difficult, but we were hoping to get through the summer before the surgery became necessary. Lisa was still hoping the foot would heal, so she wouldn’t need to have the surgeon fix it.
The Icelandic doctor said there was no rush, so off we went from Reykjavik to Venice. The adventure was underway after chilling out, literally, in cold Iceland. We picked up the pace knowing that the foot might soon slow us down again—it clearly wasn’t done with us. The recovery time for surgery would be many months, but in the meantime, we had places to see, things to do, gelato to eat. Off we went.
The itinerary—July to September 2021
Italy: We flew to Venice and checked into a very dark hotel room. Normally, we’re not big fans of a dark room but after nearly endless daylight in Iceland, we welcomed the darkness.
Venice was quiet. We were able to visit the tourist attractions without crowds. That was terrific. We were also able to spend time in Florence and Bologna. Visiting Florence without crowds was a gift. It wasn’t crowded but it was, however, hot.
Austria: We caught a short flight to Vienna and spent a week doing tourist things. Again there weren’t many tourists and that made the visit to the city a pleasure.
Then it was time to cool off. A quick train ride took us high up into the Alps. We spent a few weeks in Mayrhofen riding the gondolas up a different mountain each day for a long hike followed by lunch with a view. Lisa was able, powered by the amazing scenery, to wobble along in her hiking boots.
France: We wrapped up the summer with a month in Paris. My mom joined us for part of that visit. I visited Berthillon for ice cream twenty-eight days in a row. The queue was short of tourists so I kept going back. I also visited quite a few pastry shops. Thankfully lots of walking helped work off the snacks. But after four weeks it was time to go. We grabbed a flight back to the US for visits with our families and the orthopedic doctor.
Derek joins the family
In October the surgeon worked his magic and replaced Lisa’s tendon with a donor tendon, which she named Derek. He’s good and does exactly what tendons are supposed to do. But he didn’t make it easy.
Lisa had the surgery in early October and could not put weight on the foot. That meant using a combination of crutches and a knee scooter for six weeks. One of the benefits of living in hotels is how easy it is to book an “accessible” room. I’m not sure how we’d have survived without the special handrails in the bathroom.
Lisa continued to recover but would need months of physical therapy in order to get back on her feet. We headed off to Thailand where we knew she’d get the care she needed allowing us to take a pass on the North Carolina winter which was drawing near.
On the road again
Flying to Thailand was a joy. We took advantage of the first-class treatment offered by the airlines when someone is encountering mobility issues. Japan Airlines did more than we could have imagined making our journey easy.
Thailand: We picked Thailand for the recovery for a couple of reasons. We knew physical therapy would be different than in the US. There is something magical about the Thai people. They are very hands-on, compassionate, and gentle. The idea of getting the therapy in a Thai hospital was very appealing.
Thailand was also appealing because the hotels offer terrific service, plus it’s so easy to have meals delivered or to grab a taxi for quick trips. It’s an easy place to navigate and Lisa took full advantage of the help.
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We underwent a brief quarantine to enter the country, then stayed in Bangkok for six weeks. The doctor treating Lisa had trained at Duke under Lisa’s surgeon. The physical therapy worked quickly and we could see progress with each visit. We knew we had made the right call by flying to Thailand.
As the holidays approached we flew down to Phuket where our eldest child, Toby, is living. The physical therapy continued and there was even some beach walking because sand challenges the foot muscles.
Getting Covid slowed us down a bit and therapy was skipped for a week. But, that was just a short detour on the path to recovery.
A spring in her step—recovered!
By February Lisa was ready to go, and we’d been rewarded with a negative Covid PCR test. She donated her boot and her crutches and we headed for the airport.
While Lisa didn’t entirely trust Derek she was ready to put him to the test. She’d written a thank you note to the donor family and it was time to put some mileage on the foot.
The itinerary—February to Present
In the past, we’ve generally traveled slowly, staying for a while in each spot. It’s fairly common for us to find housing and plop down for a month, visiting the same restaurants a few times each, making a friend or two at the parking ticket office, and figuring out the locations of the public toilets. But Covid-plus-Derek had slowed us down and we were raring to go. We started moving much faster than usual.
The list of places we have visited this past year is long—much longer than in prior years. We’ve been moving quickly, and we’ve had some great experiences, but it won’t surprise me if we slow down a bit going forward.
Here’s where we’ve been lately:
UAE: We flew from Bangkok to Dubai for a whirlwind visit. We’ve got friends we wanted to see there plus the 2020 (delayed until 2022) World Expo was on. On top of that, we had a bunch of free night certificates for Hilton and IHG Hotels to use up before they expired. Dubai is a great spot for luxury hotel stays since every brand has a presence there.
Our visit involved lots of packing and unpacking. We slept in four different hotels over twelve days. The Expo was fantastic and we enjoyed seeing our friends. The most unusual hour of the visit was spent in the Dubai Abaya Mall where Lisa bought the clothing required for our next stop.
Saudi Arabia: We landed in Medina and jumped into a taxi headed for the Hilton. The taxi promptly rear-ended the car in front and we evacuated on a four-lane road jammed with rush hour traffic. It was quite something to watch Lisa roll her suitcase through traffic while covered in her new Abaya dragging along on the road surface.
We arrived at the Hilton in an Uber and approached the front desk. Within moments we were in a different Uber headed away after the hotel informed us that we non-Muslims would have to stay elsewhere. It was a little awkward but handled professionally and we understood that we needed to comply with the law. A Marriott was just a couple of miles away.
Over the next couple of days we toured Medina and got a glimpse into the mosque being expanded to accommodate 1.8 million simultaneous worshippers. We then rented a car and headed up to Al Ula to see the ruins, the mountains, and the desert. It’s fascinating to see Saudi Arabia opening up to tourists and Al Ula is being expanded with new hotels and restaurants. Things are, hopefully, evolving in many ways.
Bahrain: We only spent a few days in Bahrain and it was a bit of respite. Arriving at the brand new airport was impressive. The hotel was nice. The malls are beautiful. Bahrain reminds of us of Dubai but in the early stages. We had some great meals and got mentally prepared for Iraq.
Iraq: We got off the plane in Bagdad expecting to be greeted by a hotel representative we’d paid to walk us through the cumbersome visa process. That person was a no-show so we waded into the chaos. An hour later we emerged with a visa and headed through immigration. Then we had to find a taxi because the hotel had failed us on the arrival service. It wasn’t a good start.
It got more interesting when the taxi pulled into a concrete bunker outside the hotel. The taxi hood, trunk, and all doors were opened as the armed guards searched and the dogs sniffed. All was good, we got checked in and went to bed.
The next day started off right with the hotel providing a great buffet breakfast. We let them off the no-show airport hook.
Off we went touring the cradle of civilization seeing ruins along with one of Sadam’s palaces. We peered out the car windows at more weapons, bunkers, and watchtowers than we’d ever seen. We toured around the region for a couple of days and were stopped at checkpoints about twice per hour. It was fascinating.
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We had dinner on a raft near the confluence of the Tigris and the Euphrates and then hit the Starbucks on the way out of town. We flew off for Egypt where things were crazy in a different way.
Egypt: I’ve now spent a cumulative total of a several months in Egypt over the years, so I’m used to the chaos. It has a frenetic pace I find energizing. It’s a fun city to wander if you’re good with stepping into the insanity. It’s not for everyone.
We spent some time in Cairo and then took the train to Alexandria, a city neither of us had ever visited. The train was dirtier and took much longer than expected and we bailed on the return trip four days later and took a taxi back to Cairo where we loaded up on our favorite Egyptian food—koshari—and bought some plane tickets.
Buying the plane tickets proved to be a challenge. We needed a flight on Air Algerie to Algeria. They won’t accept online payments which took me a while to understand because who doesn’t accept online payments? Apparently, they only take Algerian credit cards.
After four trips to the Air Algerie office in downtown Cairo, two of which required bringing big piles of filthy and tattered Egyptian pounds, I secured the tickets. It was a step backward in time and made us wonder how things might go when we landed in Algiers.
Tunisia: We flew from Cairo to Tunis which I’d visited ten years earlier. This was Lisa’s first visit. Not much has changed in the intervening years except that the most important museum in the country, a big item on Lisa’s agenda, was closed due to political shenanigans.
We spent nearly two weeks exploring Tunis and road-tripping to ruins outside of the city until my mother came to visit. Her arrival coincided with a move over to the coast and an apartment in Sidi Bou Said. Ramadan commenced and the restaurants closed. That’ll probably be our last trip to a Muslim country during that holiday. It gets complicated.
Italy: From Tunisia we flew to Italy for a planned meetup with Lane, our younger child who flew from the US to visit. Lane visited Paris before joining us in Naples for pizza. We suspect the hostel in Paris was the spot where Lane picked up Covid. The fact that we didn’t catch it from the kid was a miracle.
Before Lane tested positive we ate lots of pizza, visited Pompeii, toured the Amalfi coast, and wandered the city. It was a great visit despite the virus, but eventually we waved “buh-bye” and headed off (after repeatedly testing negative).
We left Lane behind waiting for a negative Covid test, and took the train to Milan where we started a two-week road trip through the Cinque Terra, Modena, Ravenna, and Perugia. Perugia was the high point for me as a lawyer-tourist, because I walked by the house where Amanda Knox didn’t kill her roommate.
Bouncing from Egypt and Tunisia in North Africa over to Italy is a bit of a culture shock but we quickly adjusted. Now it was time to do the transition in reverse and head back to Africa. That adjustment is harder.
Algeria: Why go to Algeria? I’m not always sure how we end up in the places we visit. We had an interesting time, so I’m glad we went. Will we go back? Well, maybe we’ll go visit Sefar in the south next year. We’re not sure. But Algeria doesn’t hold broad appeal as a tourist destination.
We flew to Constantine and took two days of long drives out to the ruins of Djemila and Timgad. They were impressive and worth the trip.
But, Algeria is a hassle. I’ve mentioned the flights. Getting cash in the country is equally challenging. The required visa is a similar obstacle course of expense and bureaucracy. We applied for a single entry visa for our trip. We ended up with a two-year multiple entry visa. Maybe we’ll head back in order to maximize the value of our investment. But, maybe not.
Spain: We flew to Madrid from Algeria mostly because it was easy to get a ticket. After the giant hassle of buying the tickets to Algeria on Air Algerie I just wanted to go online and book something. I saw a points deal for Madrid and we were booked in a click. Lisa had been wanting to go back to see a particular museum. We’d done our time in Muslim countries and scurried toward pork and wine and beer. The restaurants were crowded with American and European tourists making up for lost Covid time.
Greece: We decided to escape the crowds in Madrid by heading out of the European Union to slightly less touristy destinations. We figured, correctly, that crowds would be thinner and prices would be lower if we went East. We made a quick stop on the island of Corfu on our way to the Balkans. The cruise ships are back but things were a little calmer than in Madrid. We booked a car and an apartment and wandered the island for a week before catching the ferry to Albania.
Albania: We didn’t expect to love Sarande, Albania. I don’t think we really had expectations except that we knew it was on the water. We arrived at the ferry terminal and were embraced by the people of the area. We spent an hour picking up our rental car at the ferry terminal and the guy was great. That vibe continued at the hotel and the first restaurant. We’d only been in town for two hours and were loving it.
We didn’t stay in Sarande long enough. We’ll be back to explore more nearby beaches. After a short extension to our original plan, we headed off to the capital, Tirana. Again, we didn’t stay long enough. What a great country.
North Macedonia: We fondly refer to our rental car as “The Shitbox” because we nearly always rent the tiniest, most scraped-up, cheapest car they’ve got on offer. Cars today, even shitboxes, aren’t cheap. Rental prices have gone through the roof. We booked this one in advance and Enterprise honored the price that doubled in the interim. It’s a Romanian Dacia Logan and it struggles a little in the mountains. But the pre-dinged up front and back ends are a pleasure to park in the tight spaces we’re finding in these little towns. I don’t even worry when the road narrows to the point where we scrape the buildings or the oncoming traffic. Nice cars are for people who like filing insurance claims.
This country is a hidden gem. We spent a too-short four nights on Lake Ohrid which is beautiful and has plenty of great restaurants. Then we drove to Skopje, the capital city. Skopje is weirdly terrific. Visitors often use the term “quirky” to describe it and that pretty much nails it. It’s a unique European city.
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Kosovo: We spent so little time in Kosovo that it barely warrants a mention. But we stumbled upon Bill Clinton Boulevard in Pristina and then found a huge sculpture of the former president standing nearby. Clinton is a hero to many in the country. It’s always interesting to see the impact of America in the countries we visit.
Serbia: We didn’t know what to expect in Serbia and were pleasantly surprised. In fact, the word surprise was our dominant reaction to much of our Balkan road trip. Belgrade is an awesome European capital. The architecture, the rivers, the parks, the food, and the people all impressed us. The prices were also a pleasant surprise.
Bosnia and Herzegovina: Sarajevo served as our final stop on our road trip and was the drop-off spot for the shit box. We left it behind and the rental agent confirmed that it was no more damaged than when we picked it up. I always breathe a sigh of relief when I’m no longer responsible for a car. We took a quick drive down to Mostar and the drive was spectacular rivaling the scenery we’d seen in Norway and down in Patagonia. Sarajevo survived four years under siege suffering 350 mortars per day and endless sniper fire. The city has bounced back but trouble may be on the horizon. Sarajevo is an endless source of lessons.
Romania: We blew through Bucharest a couple of days ago on the way to where we’re sitting right now. We’ll need to go back because we only got a glimpse of the city as we spent two nights and headed to the train station. Romania makes a good first impression.
As you read this we’re tucked away in Brasov. It’s a small mountain town that does much of its tourist business during the winter in the ski season. But, because it’s in a mountainous region it’s a good cool spot to visit during the hot summer months. We’ll stick around for a month and recuperate from our fast travel pace. This is our chance to get caught up on some work, some calls with friends, and some laundry. You’ll hear me mention this place again next year in my update. By then I’ll know what to make of this place
I try to find some lessons in our experience of the prior year. Our bumbling around the planet sometimes results in insights but too often it just devolves into figuring out the best ways to score a free breakfast as part of a hotel points deal. It is what it is.
In my last nomad post, a year ago, I wrote about our newfound spontaneity. We’d learned to let go of the plan. We’ve held on to that this year but it’s tricky because there are shortages of rooms and cars in some popular destinations. But the lesson was powerful so we’re making sure not to forget.
Planning is great, in part because it allows you to enjoy the experience in your mind before you head out the door. It’s like you’re getting twice the experience for the cost of doing it once. But planning sometimes means you’re forced to walk by the most interesting open doors because you’ve got somewhere you need to be.
We started this journey on June 23 of 2015 on our 25th wedding anniversary. Berlin was our first stop. We stayed for two months. We didn’t have a plan.
In Berlin, there are many, many hidden courtyards. You only glimpse them if someone leaves the doorway open. Otherwise, they are a secret.
When the door is left open it’s probably an accident. You have only a moment to slip in before it gets closed. You need to step in, act as if you belong, and go have a look. An entire world exists behind some of those doors.
But, there’s no time when the plan means you’ve got to keep going. You can’t dawdle, slip in, sneak a peek. The plan doesn’t always leave room for spontaneous curiosity.
Besides, sometimes you just need to take a month or three and focus on something important—like healing an injury.
This year we learned more about striking that balance between planning and spontaniety. We’ll keep taking the time watch ourselves and see how we evolve.
2021–6 Years as a Digital Nomad Lawyer
The last time I updated you on our nomadic existence, we were in Seoul, South Korea, hiding out from Covid. We’re still hiding out, but we’ve developed some (so far adequate) virus avoidance skills. We’ve made it through another year with a bit of luck, a lot of Covid tests, and masks firmly settled on our faces.
Making our lifestyle work under the current circumstances has been challenging, and we’ve had to adapt to protect ourselves and others. Thankfully, we’ve been lucky so far and are alive and well. Sadly, that’s not true for millions of others. We’re cautiously optimistic that this will end at some point, but much of the world is still living under a pretty dark cloud.
We try to make the best of awful situations. That has been true throughout our journey. This adventure has been filled with ups and downs. This year, during the chaos of the pandemic, we lost track of a guy we had been talking with about once a month via Messenger. He’s a tour guide we spent three days getting to know in Axum, Ethiopia—the Tigray Region. Reports of mass killings in the area, simultaneous with his disappearance from social media and complete radio silence on Messenger have left us fearing the worst. We may never know what happened.
It’s hard for us to wrap our brains around the loss of millions from the virus. It’s much easier to imagine soldiers killing 800 people under the giant fig tree in the small village where our friend lives in Ethiopia.
Making light in the darkness
While much of what’s happened over the past year is horrible, it never hurts to look for a bit of humor in every situation, even if it is very dark humor. That led me to wonder about the answer to this question: if you’re flying business class, who cares how long the flight lasts?
It’s an obnoxious question, which I find darkly amusing, but it became our reality for this pandemic year. The pandemic changed lots of things for us, like everyone else. Flying business class seemed safer. I’m sure you understand. It’s not like we wanted to fly up front; it was the pandemic.
In prior years we’d adopted a philosophy of staying put in a geographic region for quite a while, in order to avoid long flights, jet lag, and language adjustments. Most recently that meant spending nearly a year in South America, bopping around between countries.
But the pandemic sent us back to the drawing board, in search of countries keeping the outbreak in check. Quite often that meant a long flight from continent to continent. That’s where the credit card points came in handy, because business class is the only way to fly when the flight stretches from one day to the next, and our fellow passengers might be exhaling a virus.
This past year in a nutshell
We spent an inordinate amount of time consulting Covid data this past year. We tried desperately to stay out of the way of the virus spread. The data showed us our path.
But, even with data, we were rarely comfortable. Airports, even nearly-empty Covid-free airports, were creepy. It was apparent that we wouldn’t get infected waiting at the gate when we were the only people we could see (other than the gate agent, who was wearing full PPE). But it was still creepy: the big empty spaces, the silence, the metal gates drawn down in front of the duty-free stores, and the occasional cleaner spewing chemicals from a sprayer. Empty airports were a potent reminder of the threat—all very disconcerting.
Then, upon arrival in many places, we were quizzed by border police in broken English; every time, we wondered where they might send us if they didn’t let us through the gate. Travel for the past year has not been welcoming, festive, or light-hearted. It has been strange, uncomfortable, and off-putting.
In our minds, our “year” runs from June 23 to June 23. That’s because we started traveling full-time on June 23, 2015, our 25th wedding anniversary. We typically drop back into our old stomping grounds in Raleigh, North Carolina around that date each year, before heading back out.
We didn’t make it to Raleigh in 2020, nor have we been in 2021. We’re waiting a bit before resuming our routine. Maybe I’ll start writing these updates from January to January, since our old approach to tracking time has been broken by Covid—like so many things. We shall see.
Mexico: We started the pandemic back in early 2020 in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. It took us about twenty minutes of reviewing the health care system in that area to realize we didn’t want to be there if the pandemic panned out as predicted. We flew from Playa to Tokyo on the spur of the moment in March of 2020. The business class upgrade didn’t entirely distract us from the pandemic stress of air travel in those early days.
Japan and South Korea: We spent about five weeks in Tokyo before popping over to Seoul, South Korea. South Korea knew how to do a pandemic. They had it down. I could spend an hour telling you how well they managed the virus—it was amazing—and we felt perfectly safe for four months. In retrospect, the South Koreans handled the pandemic better than any other country we visited. They understood, early on, the airborne nature of the virus and implemented filtration, masks, and other interventions. Their tracking and tracing were stunningly efficient, persistent, and transparent. They took a very aggressive stance and it paid off.
We were in Seoul when I wrote my 2020 update. The South Korean government was encouraging domestic travel, so we were able to enjoy some time at the beach in Busan and out on Jeju Island. South Korea has quite a bit to offer and we thoroughly enjoyed our time in the country.
Scotland: As the weather warmed up in Europe, and the virus numbers went down, we flew (business class again) over to Scotland. We knew we could stay out in nature and avoid people up in Orkney and the Shetland Islands. Those islands are spectacular. Walking through the sheep-poop-dotted green grass, along the tall cliffs, looking down at the ocean crashing into the rocks, is pretty amazing.
England: We then headed down to London for three weeks, and it was apparent that the virus was about to make a grand reappearance. We stayed outside and away from people. From our outside tables, looking in through the windows, we could see nothing but packed restaurants filled with diners paying with half-off coupons provided by the government. We hit the road for Germany, a stepping-stone that would enable us to get into Bonaire, a Dutch island in the Caribbean.
Germany: We landed in Frankfurt, rented a car after the border police let us in, and promptly pulled over to a bus stop to open Google maps. Within five minutes we picked a destination and hit the road. After a quick visit to Koblenz, we headed to Dusseldorf. We spent our time there eating outside in the cold and rain of October, while waiting for the clock to tick off two weeks so that we could fly to Bonaire. Again looking through the windows into the full restaurants, we were reminded of London, which had gone to red-alert status right after we departed. It wasn’t much of a surprise when the Covid numbers exploded shortly after our departure from Germany.
Bonaire: We landed in Bonaire in mid-October to warm weather and sunny skies. Bonaire was pretty much the perfect place to weather the storm. The restaurants and all activities were either outside or underwater. While we were on the island there were almost no cases of Covid, although the community had recently lost a beloved doctor to the disease. As a tourist destination with nearly zero other jobs, the island struggled mightily with striking a balance between health and the economy. Our sense was that the virus was slowly going to catch up with Bonaire. We exited to Dubai.
Dubai: Our business class seats to Dubai were on KLM, which, while very nice, isn’t quite as glamorous as Emirates. Nonetheless, we arrived in style in the land of luxury, abundance, and excess. We’ve now visited Dubai a number of times, and have friends there, so our visit was terrific. We enjoyed a Christmas feast outside next to the fountain at the Burj Khalifa, and then watched the building light up for New Year’s Eve. The crowds in Dubai Mall told the story of a coming Covid outbreak. It didn’t require an epidemiologist to know that all those British revelers were bringing their particular form of the virus to the desert.
Bangkok: We were missing something as we jetted from Mexico to Asia to Europe to the Caribbean and back to the Middle East—our eldest kid. He lives in Bangkok and we hadn’t seen him in a very long time because Covid struck at exactly the wrong time in our travels. We’d been planning on a visit when the virus started spreading and everything went into a holding pattern. Thailand was the first country, after China, to experience Covid, so they were tightly locked down. We’d started inquiring about a visa while we were in South Korea, and the responses were all affirmative, with smiles and nodding, yet nothing happened during our visits to the Thai Embassy. The Land of Smiles was closed, even if they didn’t always say so directly.
But while we were on Bonaire, we sensed that the door was beginning to crack open, and it became clear that we could make it into Thailand. After filling out lots of forms and sending several express-mail packages to the Thai Embassy in Washington, we had our visa. Then, the day before we were booked on KLM’s business class flight out of Bonaire, we went out behind the medical clinic to a dirty plastic chair next to the sweltering tropical medical supply dumpster. A nice Dutch nurse came outside with a long q-tip on a wooden stick and jammed it up my nose. It was kind of like business class, but without the beautiful flight attendant, luxurious leather chair, and hot meal.
Whatever was in our noses met with the approval of the Thai authorities. We were admitted to Thailand and promptly sealed into a quarantine hotel by men in blue protective gear. On the way in, of course, our noses were probed again, and then again five days later, and then again seven days later. My nose never saw it coming.
Then we were given our freedom in Thailand, where we spent nearly three months with our kid, visited mostly empty tourist attractions and enjoyed many meals as the only customers in the restaurants. Thailand, like the airports around the world, was empty.
Iceland: Something happened to Lisa’s foot in Thailand. The aerobics she did in quarantine may have been the cause, but it could have been anything. An MRI revealed that her tendon is torn. She was given a fancy boot to wear and told to rest. The medical treatment in Thailand was top notch, but our visa ended, so we flew off to Iceland, which has consistently handled the virus well. Upon arrival we started the journey to find a foot-repair doctor. After waiting nearly a month to see a doctor and get another MRI, Lisa was able to remove the boot. She still has some discomfort, so surgery might be in her future. We would like for her tendon to do the right thing by healing itself, but we’re not particularly optimistic.
More nomad lawyers
Over the years of our traveling, we’ve encountered a few nomad lawyers. They’ve messaged, we’ve talked, and sometimes we’ve met up. But those interactions have been pretty rare. Most of the nomads we meet are software developers, writers, or people who do some kind of online marketing or trading.
But Covid brought out the lawyers. With remote hearings, the kids out of school, and clients adapting to meetings on Zoom, the lawyers were set free and some of them escaped their cages.
I’ve had quite a few calls with lawyers who flew the coop. Lawyers took the opportunity to work from quiet international destinations in the countryside or on the coast, where they had good internet, outdoor dining, and fewer people crowding the environment and spreading the disease.
Some of these lawyers returned home as schools resumed, but some are making the change more permanent. We’ve been pleased to help some folks see that there are so many options.
All of us have learned more about viruses and pandemics and loss than we ever wanted to know—that’s for sure.
But most of us have learned some positive lessons along the way, as well. For us, there have been too many to list.
One that stands out is the benefit of spontaneity.
We’re planners. We often planned our travel a year in advance, to take advantage of grabbing seats or rooms early so that we could book with points. Planning is great, but it has its drawbacks. Loosening up a little is always a good thing.
At this point, we’re pretty spontaneous. The virus has taught us that booking in advance can be filled with disappointments, refunds caught in bureaucracy, and being unable to stay longer than we planned or leave earlier than we had scheduled. Spontaneity has its benefits.
We’ve taken to booking flights in the taxi on the way to the airport. We’re waiting to book rooms after we get past the border police. Planning has mostly gone out the window. We’re just a small step away from being those people walking through the terminal, seeing the flight to Algiers, and jumping on while we cancel the flight we’d originally booked. We haven’t done that yet, but it could happen.
Maybe we’ll do more planning post-pandemic, but we won’t soon forget the lessons we’ve learned, about spontaneity and lots of other things. The pandemic has been quite an experience, in too many ways to count.
Epilogue: Some good news
My notes to you are written several weeks in advance of publication in order to allow time for my editors to clean things up, fix my mistakes, and make me seem smarter and more capable. It’s a nearly impossible job and I thank them for their work.
During the lag time for this post, several good things have happened, and I figure we can all use all the good news we can get, so I wanted to share.
The really big news for us came in the form of a text message from Ethiopia at 6:05 one morning.
Hello dear Lee.
How are you? Glad to meet you again.
I’m back after 7 months war and Genocide in Aksum, Tigray.”
A sense of relief flooded through me. It was great to know he was alive. We haven’t talked much since his message but I’m sure we’ll continue to communicate and I’ll hear stories.
In other news, the Icelandic government came through and vaccinated us, which was nice of them and another relief for us. It’s good to have that behind us and it opens more doors. With the success of the Icelandic vaccination campaign, the masks have come off here so, again, a relief.
My mother used to say “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and she was right. She’s especially right in Iceland, where sunrise today is at 2:56 AM. Yep, the sun will come up tomorrow. Of course, it mostly won’t go down, since sunset tonight is at 12:04 AM. Brighter days are here, indeed.
Prior Years: Below are my updates for 2016, 2017, 2018, and 2019.
2020–5 Years as a Digital Nomad Lawyer
This year has been different … way different. We’re in South Korea as we pass 1,825 days of living life out of a carry-on bag.
This is our fifth year of full-time travel. From the beginning, this journey has been filled with unexpected bumps in the road. Sometimes a flight is delayed. Maybe a taxi fails to pick us up. With some frequency, we’re served a dish we didn’t realize we’d ordered.
We had planned to be in Tirana, Albania today. That plan evaporated, along with any illusion of control, early in 2020.
Let’s back up for a second
My wife and I have been traveling for five years. We started our journey on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary–June 23, 2015. We’ve visited more countries than I can count. We’ve met more people than I can remember. We’ve eaten more kinds of food than I even knew existed. And we’ve had more fun than we deserve. It has truly been amazing. We’ve learned a lot and our digital nomad life isn’t always the same as that of some younger digital nomads so be sure to check out 11 truths we’ve discovered for older digital nomads.
In our minds, our “year” runs from June to May. It’s bookended by a return trip to our old home, Raleigh, North Carolina. We drop back into the area to see family and friends, get our teeth cleaned, and get our annual physicals.
A quick review of the past twelve months
Back in May of 2019, after an enjoyable ten days of seeing family and friends, we headed off for a year in Latin America. We’ve figured out that this lifestyle is easier if we focus on a particular region rather than zigzagging all over the planet. Staying in one or two time zones, minimizing long flights, and using fewer languages helps us stay sane-ish.
We headed down to Peru and ate and ate at some of the world’s best restaurants in Lima and Cusco. We also managed to make our way to the tops of two peaks at Machu Picchu, and enjoyed quite a few weeks just soaking up the Andes scenery.
After nearly two months in Peru, we flew over to Bolivia to see the salt flats and La Paz. Late July is midwinter in Bolivia; we were freezing, and when the snow started falling, that seemed like a good reason to wrap it up and fly away.
We zipped over to Ecuador to see Quito. Then we spent some time on a yacht in the Galápagos Islands, followed by a month in a very tiny Pacific coast town called Puerto Lopez, where we did some whale watching. Ecuador exceeded our expectations on the nature front.
The continuing chilly weather drove us north to Panama after 7 weeks in Ecuador. The highlight of Panama City was the canal. We were oddly fascinated, and spent a couple of days exploring the locks at both ends and watching ships pass through. Then we flew over to Boquete to enjoy the mountains, followed by a week on a sailboat we chartered in the San Blas Islands, which were both beautiful and warm.
Once we had thoroughly thawed out in Panama we flew back south to Santiago, Chile, where the air was cooler but the politics were hotter. We had a chance to see the ongoing political protests from a safe distance.
Then we flew down to a small town–Punta Arenas–which was much calmer, until a small group of protesters torched the building immediately next door to our hotel. A massive fire ensued, accompanied by soldiers with water cannons and tear gas. It was quite a show. We quickly headed down to Patagonia where the scenery was calmer and beyond amazing.
After three dramatic weeks in Chile, we crossed the border to Argentina where we spent nearly two months. In El Calafate we visited glaciers, in Bariloche we drank beer and hiked in the mountains, and in Buenos Aires we enjoyed the sights, a holiday visit from family, and the beef.
Iguazu Falls drew us briefly to Brazil where we stayed inside the national park and woke up each morning to a waterfall that was unlike anything we’d ever seen. Amazing.
Sometimes we need to get some work done. Too many great tourist attractions make it hard to be productive. A month in Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay, proved to be the perfect spot to catch up on work. The city is modern, functional, and convenient. We found great food, nice people, and beautiful waterfront walkways for getting some exercise. A couple of weekend drives gave us a greater appreciation for everything Uruguay has to offer.
Nicaragua, El Salvador, Guatemala
Then we went full tourist and jumped into Central America with both feet. It’s hard to get work done when we’re moving quickly, so we abandoned work mode and embraced holiday thinking. Two weeks on Little Corn Island in Nicaragua, followed by a Pacific beach in El Salvador, and then a quick visit to the Tikal ruins in Guatemala made for a great vacation. There were definitely some pina coladas involved.
Mexico: The wheels started to come off
We arrived in Puebla, Mexico for a week of eating. We’d long wanted to visit the city, and we loved all of the Mexican food we consumed. But at that point (early March), the virus was clearly becoming a thing. Temperature checks in most Central American airports alerted us to what was coming as we arrived in Mexico. Tension was in the air.
Then, just as we checked in at a Hilton Resort in Playa del Carmen, the US announced a travel ban.
The resort was going strong when we arrived but quickly became eerily quiet and a little weird. We’d booked this place because we’d found an amazing deal months earlier. As guests headed for the exits, the pool crew continued to play loud dance music and conduct bikini contests–it was surreal. Social distancing was now a thing, and it was easy at the gigantic, empty resort, but it was uncomfortably bizarre.
The plan, after that week at the resort, was to spend March in Mexico City in an apartment. We were scheduled to leave the resort early Sunday morning. We figured we’d just hole up in the apartment away from other people, but we weren’t so sure about Mexico City.
Our research told us to ride the virus out in a place with hospital beds. The best information said go where there’s solid infrastructure. Mexico City was quickly out.
Tokyo had very few Covid-19 deaths, a huge number of hospital and Intensive Care beds, and was still open to us, as Americans entering from Mexico. We’d considered Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Singapore. They were either closed or closing.
We made the decision at 9:30 PM on Saturday night, and booked a flight to Tokyo. Six hours later we were in the air, bound for Japan on a mostly empty plane. We spent a very long night worrying every time someone coughed.
We headed to infrastructure
After five weeks in Tokyo, still with only a couple of hundred deaths, Japan declared an official state of emergency. Business slowed down fast. The streets got emptier as shops and restaurants closed. Everyone was inside their homes. We were inside our Airbnb. It was clear that Japan was going to shut down tight for at least a while.
Should we stay? Should we go? There were no good answers, and the variables had grown exponentially. We spent a week debating our options.
A quick flight out
And that brings us to Seoul. We jumped on a short flight over to Seoul. The drive to Narita Airport, just outside of Tokyo was fast, with zero traffic. The huge airport was empty–silent. It was disconcerting.
Our flight was mostly empty. We landed in Seoul just two hours after takeoff. Police and soldiers processed us and escorted us to a private bus, and an hour later we were sealed up in a dorm room on a government campus, two hours south of the airport. The fully hazmat-suited quarantine center workers who showed us to our room were the last humans we saw for the two weeks of our mandatory quarantine. Even the three meals that were delivered each day were left by the door for us to retrieve, with zero contact.
So many folks we know have struggled with working from home. We’ve been working from “home” for years. We’re fully functional with a laptop, a mobile phone, and earbuds–no adjustment required.
We’re oddly well suited for the confines of quarantine. When South Korea confined us to that 11 x 11-foot room, we were fine. In fact, that room was bigger than some we’ve had along the way. The constant disinfection of the hallway beyond our door just made us feel more secure (we’ve been in plenty of hotels that could’ve used a bit more disinfection!).
Then, after two weeks, we were released in Seoul.
Freedom. But still, a slightly weird version of freedom. There is very little community transmission in Korea, but our awareness of the virus hasn’t simply disappeared, even in the relative safety of Seoul. We’re still on alert, at some level; the virus is always there, in the back of your mind. Touching a doorknob still doesn’t feel the way it used to feel. I’m guessing you know exactly what I mean.
We’ve been pretty flexible for a long time, living as we do. But this virus is requiring flexibility on an entirely new level.
There are safety issues, of course. But there are also moral issues, border issues, quarantines, airline issues, complexities involving transit airports in countries that are prohibiting passage, countless forms, temperature checks, and more. Living this lifestyle just got much more difficult.
As the environment changes, everything is trickier. I’m reminded of the lessons I was taught when getting my pilot’s license. The instructor explained the danger of flying into a blind canyon. If you’re not careful, the plane ends up in pieces on the canyon floor when you discover there’s not sufficient distance to climb over the canyon wall.
It’s easy right now to end up in a country where one can’t legally stay, but from which one can’t easily travel to a place they’d like to go. We could inadvertently end up in a place we don’t want to be, and which leaves us with options we’d rather not choose.
We’re free from our most recent quarantine, but we’re not really free. I suppose this is how it feels to be from most countries in the world where passports aren’t so powerful and money is often tight. It’s good to be reminded of all we take for granted. But I have to admit–it’s an uncomfortable lesson.
Grieving our loss
Looking back on the year, it’s sad how much of it seems like a faint and distant memory, now overshadowed by the virus. So many people, places, meals, and experiences are buried by the crisis taking over our memories. It’ll be interesting to see how it all looks a few years from now when we can see it with some perspective.
Right now it just feels like loss. Some of it is trivial–like how hard it is to see when the mask makes my glasses fog up. Some of it is overwhelming, when we’ve experienced the loss of someone to whom we have a strong connection. It’s difficult to see a silver lining right now.
So many folks we know are hanging out at home. We have no home. We’re used to that idea, and it has always been a little weird. But it’s definitely weirder right now. We’ve watched as hotels have closed, airlines have shut down, borders have been sealed–it’s an environment that makes one very conscious of the desire to have a secure nest, somewhere in the world.
Some have suggested that we go back to the United States. We might. That might prove to be our only option at some point. But at this stage, it’s a bit challenging to know exactly where home might be. We’re not quite sure where we belong.
People are on their best behavior
I’m sure the loss of control we’re all feeling triggers panic in many. Panic doesn’t always turn out well. People do crazy things when they’re frightened. They get angry. They behave badly.
But that’s not what we’ve observed.
We’re feeling like people around the world are kinder, gentler, more welcoming and open.
Our experience has been one of people reaching across boundaries to help. The quarantine team in South Korea scooped Lisa up when she stumbled. The soldiers at the airport were all kindness. They kept us informed as we were processed, and even though we couldn’t see their smiles, we could see welcoming eyes behind their protective shields. The people helping us in stores, restaurants, taxis, and airports have all been more human than usual. It’s nice to see people, even behind masks, coming together, rather than letting this crisis push us apart.
So what’s next? Where do we go? What do we do now?
We don’t know. Control was always an illusion. Covid-19 just helped us see that a little more clearly.
2019–4 Years as a Digital Nomad Lawyer
“What causes you the most stress?” a friend asked.
It’s an insightful question, asked by a lawyer friend we met up with in Tokyo.
Mostly we get the same questions over and over: What are your favorite places? What’s in your luggage? How do you pick destinations? We’re always happy to answer, but we rarely have to think about what we’re going to say because we give the same responses so often.
The stress question, though–that one stopped us cold. We had to think about the answer.
Only one thing truly stresses us out
The answer, when it popped into my brain, surprised me. But I had it right. When I heard the response come out of my mouth, I knew it was real. I’d actually found the most stressful piece of our lives.
I have to admit that it’s trivial. The reality is that our nomadic lifestyle isn’t particularly stressful. It’s easy compared to our old life in the suburbs, where the air conditioner had to be replaced, the kitchen cabinets were falling apart, and the teenagers might get arrested. Just taking the cat to the veterinarian could trigger a twitch in my left eye as I anticipated the coming invoice. Suburban life requires mad coping skills.
It’s seemingly trivial but it’s actually stressful
Stress is, I suppose, part of life. And if one’s life isn’t particularly stressful, then even the most trivial stressor can generate a negative reaction. I have to confess that I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that this is the most stressful thing happening to us as we keep moving. But here we go:
The biggest source of stress for us at this point is having to show up on time. That’s it. Being punctual is stressful when you don’t have much else creating stress.
I apologize for complaining. But that friend asked, so we answered. And now, for your reading pleasure, I’m going to justify my stress, even if it is objectively trivial.
Being on time is easy for you. It’s hard for me. Seriously.
Being somewhere, at a prescribed hour, is simple when you know the way. It’s straightforward to estimate the time required to get there, park, walk, whatever. You’ve been there, done that, and have a pretty reliable sense of how things work in your area. You move about with ease.
Lost without a clue
But for us, getting nearly anywhere is a new experience. We’ve never been there before, we’re likely to encounter the unexpected, the transit system probably won’t work the way the last one worked, and it’s usually organized in a language we don’t understand.
We’re on an obstacle course and it’s very challenging to predict the specific time at which we’ll cross the finish line.
Of course, technology helps. I can’t even imagine having to do what we do without Google Maps. It saves us nearly every day in one way or another. It’s amazing that we can show up in almost any city and find our way to a hipster coffee shop with a single click. Truly amazing.
But when we’re hunting for coffee and it’s just the two of us, we can arrive when we arrive. There’s no pressure. The only constraint is getting our caffeine fix before it’s so late in the day that we’ll have trouble sleeping that night.
Throw in other people and the stress level rises
When we’ve agreed to meet someone, like our friends in Tokyo, we’ve got a deadline. These appointments are pretty much the only hard deadlines we face. These small events get loaded up with all of the stress we’ve got.
We felt it in Tokyo. We feel it when we’ve got to get to the airport or train station to move on to the next stop (we go really, really early). We felt it when we flew to Berlin to get vaccines at a clinic. Even a restaurant reservation causes a little tension. We’re never quite sure if we’re going to make it on time, and if we’re late, we might have to negotiate in the local language to get ourselves squeezed back into the schedule.
But let’s get real … who cares?
Yeah, that’s our big source of stress at the moment. And realistically, we don’t bump into the issue very often because we don’t have that many meetings. It’s pretty rare for us to have a deadline involving logistical challenges.
Thankfully, we do get to meet friends as we travel. We’ve met quite a few other nomads in the last few years, so we often cross paths with those folks. Sometimes one of our old friends or colleagues from the U.S. happens to show up where we are, and that’s always a real treat for us. A few times a year we get to spend time with friends and family who decide to come to meet us in a particularly interesting destination. We love all of the opportunities we get to connect with people. It’s pretty awesome.
So we’re not complaining about the mild stress of a time commitment. We’re happy to have the chance to get lost, be late, and catch up with the people we get to see. Any stress we feel as the blue dot on the map spins in circles pales in comparison to the joy we get from meeting up with friends, or getting on a plane to explore a new country.
Update on our movements
My last nomad update was written a year ago in Montenegro. Since then we’ve been to Latvia, Lithuania, Norway, Russia, Italy, Lebanon, UAE, Oman, Ethiopia, South Africa, Namibia, Senegal, The Gambia, Morocco, Portugal, and Spain.
Latvia was probably the most eventful stop. We got a speeding ticket, plus we got to ride in an ambulance and Lisa spent the night in a hospital. She’s fine.
We loved the food in Latvia (although not at the hospital), as well as in Russia, Lebanon, Ethiopia, Morocco, and Spain.
We loved the scenery in Norway, Lithuania, Italy, South Africa, and Namibia.
We loved the people in Ethiopia.
The other places are more complicated. It’s not easy to label our impressions of each destination. But each place we visit is a place we’ll never forget.
Now we’re in Peru, where the mountains near Machu Picchu are so beautiful that it feels like I’m cheating when I take a picture. It’s just too easy–iPhone photos shouldn’t be this stunning.
One big change over the past year
If you skim the list of places we’ve been over the course of the past year, you’ll find that we moved quite a bit from as far north as Russia to as far south as South Africa. Even so, we barely changed time zones.
Sure, we moved backward or forward by an hour from time to time, but mostly we stayed in the same general time zone. That made adjusting to traveling easier.
This year (and we think of our years as June to June with a visit back to Raleigh to see family and doctors at the end of May) we’ll stay in South and Central America. Again, we’ll stick to a tight range of time zones.
I’m not quite sure how we happened upon this approach (which likely means Lisa thought of it) but it impacts us in ways other than avoiding jet lag. With shorter trips from one location to the next, we’re able to fly during the daytime, which is easier, and we’re able to book shorter flights. Those shorter flights tend to be less expensive and easier on our creaky bodies. This system has been a big improvement.
I’ve got to stop calling myself a lawyer
These updates started off as year one, year two, etc. as a digital nomad lawyer. But then, I sold my law firm. Now I’m not practicing law, and I’m handling the work here at Rosen Institute full time.
I’m finding it a little difficult to stop calling myself a lawyer. But, it’s time. I guess I’ll change the headline for the fifth year of my nomad reports. Letting go is tough. Being a lawyer is way more, for most of us, than just an occupation. It’s an identity. It’s how we think of ourselves.
Being a lawyer, while traveling the world, worked well for the first three years. The law firm more than supported me and my family. There’s zero reason to think that you can’t make practicing law as a nomad work out for you, if that’s your vision for your life. It’s not nearly as challenging as you might think. I did it. You can too.
But now, I’ve moved on from the day-to-day practice of law. I had a great run. Now, I’m loving this new work and it’s even easier to do while traveling. Yep, it’s time to switch up the identity.
Acceptance of the challenges
There are things–normal things–which become a challenge, depending on where we’re living at the moment. Buying dental floss is rarely easy. Lunch can quickly turn into a comedy, as things I didn’t realize I’d ordered show up at the table. You’d be surprised how often housekeepers open the door as I stand there naked, getting dressed. I know they’re certainly surprised.
But this is just the way we live now. We don’t even think about the fact that we have to use Google Translate on five different toothpaste boxes before making a selection.
There’s an acceptance now; we’ve (mostly) stopped resisting the challenges. I accept that communication is awkward and sometimes difficult. I accept that there won’t always be a power outlet where I’d like. I accept that certain things, like negotiating taxi fares, are an annoying part of my life.
It’s different than living in the suburbs of Raleigh, North Carolina. But it’s what we do, it’s how we live, it’s the choice we’ve made. We love it. If we didn’t, we’d stop.
When will we stop traveling?
We’ve made friends in places I couldn’t have picked out on a map back on the twenty-third day of June in 2015 when we started this life. Even if it’s just a “like” on Facebook, it’s still pretty cool for me to know I have a connection with people around the globe.
The longer we live this life, the more I realize that there are few strangers. There are just many (many!) people we haven’t yet met. We’re always open to meeting someone new. That’s something I didn’t anticipate enjoying quite so much when we set out four years ago.
Of course, in addition to making friends along the way, we love meeting up with old friends as we go. If we’re crossing paths with you, we’d love to get together.
We’ve been on the road for four years now. At this point, this lifestyle is our life. It’s normal for us. When we pass through an airport we’ve been through before, it feels a bit like coming home. It’s just the way we live now, which sounds like it should be weird, but it feels entirely normal. It’s hard to imagine living in one spot. We’re having way too much fun.
I’m pretty sure, assuming our health holds up, that we’ll be living this life when I report in again in June of 2020. There’s no reason for us to stop, and there’s every reason to keep moving forward. We’ll continue exploring the world until something changes. For now, we’ll just keep moving on.
2018–3 Years as a Digital Nomad Lawyer
Sold the house, gave away the stuff, packed a carry-on bag and set off to see the … yada, yada, yada.
You’ve heard the digital nomad story from me and others, and most folks now have some hooks for understanding the lifestyle. We’re three years in and this is my annual update. You can catch up at year one or year two. You can even see us in the digital nomad documentary One Way Ticket.
Feeling at home
At some point in the past year (I have no idea when it happened) I started feeling at home anywhere in the world.
It’s odd, because I’m not generally someone who’s comfortable anywhere. To find myself comfortable everywhere was totally unexpected.
It snuck up on me. I was just sitting in a coffee shop one day, expecting to feel like I always feel–a bit out of my element–and it struck me that I felt like I belonged. It happened in all sorts of places. It happened when I least expected it.
I’m in Luang Prabang, Laos and I feel at home sharing the table with a Chinese couple with whom I share no language. He’s slurping his eggs up with his face down near the plate. I’m eating my toast with jam. He’s drinking tea, I’m drinking coffee. We all smile and nod, not saying a word, and I’m perfectly content.
I’m in Dahab, Egypt and feel at home slapping high fives with the dozen tiny children who follow me for a block each night as I wander back from dinner.
I’m sitting outside, which is actually inside the home of a family in Ubud, Indonesia. We’re sharing a dinner of rice and fish and vegetables. The children and the grandparents can only communicate with me and Lisa with gestures. The husband has great English and his wife has some. I feel at home, even as Lisa inadvertently sits on the mat which turns out to be the dinner table.
I feel at home when the couple across from us stares so hard that I can feel their eyes on my skin. It’s not the first time, it happens frequently, and I’ve grown accustomed to being the subject of curiosity. We smile and nod and we say goodbye to the staring couple when we leave.
I feel at home when the waitress shakes her head “no, no” after I randomly pick something off the menu, since I have no idea what the Korean menu actually says. She points and gesticulates me into a different order and I have a great meal, thanks to her concern.
I feel especially at home on the 19th day of buying a croissant from the same Croatian woman at 7 AM each morning when she finally lets her stern demeanor down and, for the very first time, smiles like she remembers me.
I feel at home when I stumble and fall on the street in Mumbai, cutting my face as my glasses smash into the concrete, and Indian men rush over, scoop me up, dust me off, and help me get moving again toward my hotel.
I feel at home as the young woman stops to help us buy subway tickets and explains the machine. I feel at home as the young man stops to translate the “closed for remodeling sign” on the restaurant door and then walks us three blocks to a place he likes that definitely has something vegetarian for my wife.
I feel at home when the Vietnamese soldier with the big machine gun waves at me to move back, to go the other way, and gives me a forceful look.
I feel at home confronting the Turkish taxi driver who’s ripping us off and who concedes and gives us back our money. I feel at home assaulting the other tourists with conversation in the rooftop bar, when they thought they were going to have a quiet drink at the manager’s happy hour.
I feel at home talking to anyone and posing for pictures with locals, other tourists, and hotel staff who want a record of our time together. We always make sure to get a picture on our camera too.
Feeling at home in the world wasn’t something I expected. It wasn’t something I aspired to feel. I didn’t know it was a thing. It just happened, and it’s wonderful. I’m still surprised when I realize that I feel like I belong, in a place where I clearly don’t belong.
It took a long time, I had no idea it was coming, I’m not sure I’ll feel this way in the next place we go, and I’m not sure I’ll feel this way forever. But for now, I feel at home wherever I am: anywhere in the world.
The stress is way down
Living this lifestyle did, for a long time, create some stress.
Early on, Lisa and I came to an informal agreement to keep our conversation to a minimum on travel days. That was especially important during our packing and departure. We knew that the less we talked, the less chance there was of an argument.
Recently, though, we’re talking more on travel days, because neither of us is nearly as stressed as we once were during transitions. I think we both realize that things will work out, even if there are unexpected glitches.
The airport in Yangon, Myanmar turned the stress tide. Before that flight from Yangon to Bagan, we always assumed the biggest problems would be of our making. We used to worry about arriving late, going to the wrong terminal, or failing to print our boarding pass.
When we arrived at the airport in Yangon we couldn’t find the airline desk for the airline that had sold us our tickets.
In fact, the airline named on the boarding pass, which we had printed out, just to be on the safe side, did not exist. No one had heard of the airline. It wasn’t in the airport because it wasn’t an actual airline.
What happened? Everyone agreed that our airline was not an actual airline. One of the other airlines gave us new boarding passes for their flight and we got on the plane about an hour later than we had originally expected to depart. How much did it cost? Nothing. They just took us without issue.
These sorts of things have happened regularly. One airline insisted that we present the credit card we had used to buy the tickets, which I had canceled and thrown away in the interim. The supervisor put us on the plane anyway, without the card. On many occasions we’ve been late for connecting flights–the airlines nearly always make sure we make the connection.
If all the travel fears we used to have actually turned into reality, the airports would be filled with stranded passengers every night. They’re not. Things work out, most of the time, for nearly everyone.
It took us a while, but we’ve stopped worrying about travel. We have always ended up getting where we’re going, finding the hotel or apartment, getting the visa issue fixed, finding someone to help us get the SIM card, or finding a different taxi to take us where we actually needed to go.
It’s so freaking easy that it’s embarrassing sometimes
We live somewhere new every few weeks, sometimes even every few days. We work remotely. We stay in hotels and Airbnbs. It’s not rocket science. It’s not hard. It’s not more expensive than living in your average American ‘burb.
To be honest, being a digital nomad is ridiculously easy. A monkey could do it–a monkey with a carry-on. We constantly have people tell us how amazing it is that we’ve figured out how to do what we’re doing.
We love the attention and the flattery, but seriously–this is easy, embarrassingly easy.
I get up many mornings and head to the hotel breakfast room to eat my included breakfast. The fruit has been sliced for me, usually there’s an omelet station, and I don’t have to wash the dishes. Then I find somewhere to work–a coffee shop or coworking space–and someone comes in and cleans our hotel room while we’re out.
We Uber to a late lunch in a nice restaurant and then go for a walk or do a tourist thing like a museum or a park.
This is easy, easy, easy. We don’t deserve any credit or praise for what we’re doing.
If this lifestyle is of interest to you, then don’t be put off by imagining it as challenging. The tough decisions I used to make–like which HVAC system to buy when our $7,000 unit broke or how to pay for new kitchen cabinets and countertops–have been replaced by decisions like whether we’d prefer the beach in Sri Lanka over the one in Mozambique.
Our lifestyle isn’t for everyone
I used to think this lifestyle made sense for everyone. It took me a while to get out of my own head and into the heads of others on this topic. Obviously, lots of people wouldn’t like living the way we live.
We both happen to have a high need for novelty, as well as tolerance for uncertainty. We cope well with minimal connection to the people surrounding us. Sometimes we form relationships with the people we meet, but sometimes that doesn’t happen. It’s just the two of us.
Our personalities make this lifestyle work for us. Others would find it unsettling, disruptive, and disconcerting. It’s a vacation from which one never goes home. For many folks, the going-home part is one of the best parts. I used to love getting home after a trip and I remember that feeling well. What we do now feels very different.
We lose some things by traveling so much. We don’t see our family as often as we’d like. We don’t have the same community connection as we did in the past. We aren’t able to rely on routine to refine the easy way to get things done. Yep, we miss out on some stuff, but we’re not complaining. We could settle back into a home in an instant if we made that choice. This lifestyle fits our psychology. It works for us, but it truly isn’t the right choice for many others. Life is pluses and minuses, no matter which path you follow.
What’s happened since my last update?
We spent last summer in Europe. We visited Hungary, Poland, Croatia, and Georgia.
Then the temperature started to drop in Europe so we headed to Asia.
We spent time in India, Sri Lanka, Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia, South Korea, Japan, and China and flew to the US in early May for three weeks, for a visit with family, a little business, and many medical checkups.
Now we’re back in Europe. We just wrapped up a month in Montenegro and today we’re flying to Riga, Latvia.
As we move along and pass through places, life keeps happening. Three things have marked this year for us in addition to the destinations–one business, one family, one health.
Our business: If you’re a regular reader then you know that I sold the law firm back in October. That was a huge event for me. I’d been running the law firm remotely for a decade. I didn’t sell the firm as a result of our traveling schedule, but it sure does make the time zones easier when I don’t have to return calls. The travel had zero impact on the firm, but running a law firm, as you know, is stressful. Having that behind me is awesome.
Our family: One of our kids is a rising senior in college, having transferred schools last summer. We’re now counting down the days to graduation. This third year of living nomadically has involved lots of discussion about the kid’s adjustment to the new school and, now, the final steps toward graduation. Thankfully, it has all gone well, but it has also involved many moving parts and transitions. It feels a little odd to sit down to lunch on a pier in Baosici, Montenegro and chat about the kid’s question about getting new tires on the car, but that’s what has to happen when one lives the way we’re living.
Our health: We both gained weight for the first two years of traveling. That’s not something I can afford to do with my history of heart disease. I’ve got to maintain my weight in order to stay alive. Our habit of eating in restaurants doesn’t make that easy, but it’s hard to do otherwise in each new place.
About a year ago I stopped eating dinner. I shifted from three meals per day to two. It worked. I dropped weight steadily from the first week and have continued to trend down without gaining any of the weight back. Apparently eating less causes one to weigh less–who knew?
After about a month Lisa joined me on this new plan and it worked for her as well. There is, of course, the endless debate about the right way to maintain weight. I’m no expert, but eating less is working for us so we’ll keep doing it. We don’t want to have to start purchasing extra seats for ourselves every time we fly.
Now that we’ve gained some understanding of the flow of a year of travel, we’ve been planning loosely in one-year increments. We’re book-ending our years with a visit to Raleigh each May to see family, friends, and doctors.
We have the entirety of the coming year broadly planned and are slowly acquiring plane tickets as we have the option to use our accumulated points. We’re usually able to find the best free business-class seats if we book eleven months in advance.
The coming year includes Latvia, where we arrive today. Then we’ll visit Lithuania, Norway, Moscow and Saint Petersburg in Russia, and then we’ll fly to Italy and spend time in Rome and Sicily.
We leave Europe in October to visit Beirut, Dubai, and Salalah, Oman before heading down to Ethiopia.
We’ll spend the rest of our year in Africa visiting South Africa, Namibia, Senegal, and Morocco before heading back to the US for a couple of weeks in May. Hopefully, we’ll be attending a graduation while we’re in America.
What else is next? It’s hard to say, as predicting the larger pattern when living this way is difficult. It’s rarely the broad strokes I remember, anyway. It’s the little things that stick in my mind and change me as we move through the world.
I’ll never forget walking silently along the path in Auschwitz with a group of tourists. No one was speaking as we all took it in. The only sound was the soft crunching of our shoes on the gravel as we walked toward the incinerators. Then a train whistle sounded in the distance. It was eerily unforgettable.
I’ll never forget the crumpled, legless man sliding along the pavement in the train station in India, using his hands to propel himself slowly. He reached out and touched my leg as I bought myself a drink. I pulled away reflexively. I’m still uncertain how to process that memory.
I’ll never forget the music flowing up from the courtyard below our apartment in Tbilisi as the Georgian men harmonized their polyphonic singing, a cappella. It felt as if the sound drifted through our window like smoke. It lifted us up as we peered down through the glass, listening as they sang late into the night.
We’ll have to wait and see what’s next. Something unexpected will happen and we’ll be ready to take it on, take it in, and enjoy it when it comes. Year four is underway and we’re all in.
2017 – 2 Years as a Digital Nomad Lawyer
The nest was empty. Our second child had graduated from high school three days earlier. The apartment was cleaned out. We were ready to hit the road for parts unknown.
We had no plan to return.
This was the beginning of our digital nomad life. It was our 25th wedding anniversary.
We had traveled quite a bit in our lives, but June 23, 2015 marked a new beginning.
We trimmed our belongings down to what would fit into carry-on bags. There would be no coming home this time, because we no longer had a home to come to. We untethered ourselves from any place in the world. Honestly, it felt a little weird.
Two years later, that weirdness has passed. We’ve grown accustomed to being untethered. We drift often, and we like it.
Sometimes, on travel days, when we’re between two places and literally homeless, we get a feeling of weightlessness. Our few possessions are with us. We haven’t found a place to sleep yet. We’re in space. That’s when we feel the most disconnected from the world. That feeling has become comfortable now.
Over the course of the past year, we’ve spent time in Ireland and Scotland. I went to America to conduct some workshops while Lisa took our younger kid to France. We reunited in Thailand and then spent months in Myanmar, Laos, Malaysia, Singapore, and Vietnam.
When the weather heated up in Southeast Asia, we headed to Jordan and then up to Lithuania, Belarus, and Hungary. We’re in Budapest now.
I won’t re-report on my first year. Go back and catch up if you’re new. Today, I’ll plunge forward and clue you in on my life over the past year.
On this second anniversary, I’d like to share some observations. They aren’t particularly well connected to one another. They’re just the things I’ve noticed as we have moved through time and place.
It’s Not About the Stuff
Before we initially left home, I was obsessed with the material goods of travel. I read blogs, reviewed products, and ordered lots of stuff from Amazon.
I did a lot of thinking about traveling, but all that thought turned out to have little to do with actually traveling. Thinking and doing are not the same.
During the years before we left, we spent a lot of time planning. I used much of that time to identify problems and buy solutions. I like buying stuff, so this method of planning was perfect for me.
I bought travel clothes from TravelSmith. I wanted to be sure I had the right pants and underwear for quick washing in the sink, for escaping bandits, or whatever.
I bought SCOTTeVEST jackets with dozens of pockets so I could store my gadgets, sunglasses, and hats.
Since I would only own one pair of shoes, I tested countless styles to find the one that would work in every setting.
I experimented with backpacks in a quest to find one with the perfect ratio of features to weight without sacrificing style.
None of that made any difference. My preparation was pointless. I no longer own anything from TravelSmith. I got rid of the stuff I put in the SCOTTeVEST pockets and then jettisoned the jacket.
I wear whatever sneakers I can buy in my size when my old pair wears out. (I just move quickly through the fancy restaurants and put my feet under the table before anyone notices.)
I ditched the backpack and bought a rolling bag after watching my wife traverse airports without sweating.
What I’ve learned is that my stuff isn’t important. The stuff doesn’t make a difference. I assumed it would matter, but once I left, I realized that specific jackets or shoes or underwear just aren’t the key to anything.
Planning and thinking about all that stuff before I left was a good way to enjoy anticipation. Anticipation is awesome, but my wife and I are beyond that. I’m in the middle of my adventure, so I don’t need any tricks to help me enjoy it.
When you’re traveling full time, you do think about stuff, but in a practical way. For instance, when we were in Ireland, I needed waterproof shoes. I didn’t think about it. I walked into a store, bought the first pair that fit, and asked the salesperson to dispose of my old shoes. Done. I walked in wet, walked out dry, and the adventure continued.
I Learned Every Foreign Language
We were having lunch in a restaurant in Mexico when our companion taught me something seemingly trivial that changed everything.
We had been seated and were considering the menu. The waitress approached and said something in Spanish.
“What did she say?” I asked my well-traveled, Spanish-speaking companion.
He looked at me and responded with a question: “What do you think she said?”
I was blank. I had no idea what she had said. I didn’t speak Spanish.
Our friend explained that the waitress had asked for our order. He walked me through the situation, and we examined it carefully. Without the stress of a foreign language coming at me, I was able to see the encounter more clearly.
We had been seated and handed menus. We had studied the menus and put them down. The waitress came to take our order. She was doing exactly what servers do. It’s a ritual. It gets repeated at restaurants all over the world countless times per day.
The context revealed everything once I stopped being stressed by the barrage of Spanish. She wanted to take my order. If she had said it in English, I wouldn’t have even heard it or paid attention. I’d have understood her request without even listening, thanks to the context and familiarity.
My anxiety about my lack of language skills created communication barriers. As I worried less, I understood more. It’s like magic.
Now, when I approach the bakery counter and the guy asks what I want in Greek (I guess that’s what he asked; he could have told me that my fly is down), I just point, and he serves the delicious pastry.
When I need to pee, I stand up in the restaurant and look around quizzically, and the server points me toward the restroom. When I want to pay the bill, I gesture and she takes my credit card. She says “thank you,” I assume.
Language barriers are diminished substantially once we relax. Context gives us plenty of information in most cases. Google Translate takes care of the rest (more or less).
I said it was trivial, right? It really is trivial. But for me, it changed everything. It allowed me to relax. This realization reduced my stress level dramatically.
Yet I Barely Communicate
Understanding context and relaxing has helped tremendously, but the language barrier I experience as I travel remains frustrating.
Language isn’t a problem in most respects. Over the past two years, I’ve mastered the art of wordlessly ordering food and buying deodorant, toothpaste, and dental floss. We can even get our laundry done with only a few words.
(Interestingly, I think we spend more time figuring out laundry than we spend deciding where to go next. I hadn’t ever considered how much time the 7 billion people on this planet spend on laundry. It’s considerable.)
But the language barrier is a problem when it comes to relationships with new people. Lack of a common language makes it harder for us to get to know most of the people we meet.
We’ve created amazing connections with people who speak English. These relationships are intense, powerful, and sometimes shockingly deep. Our lifestyle results in a different kind of relationship than we experienced in our old, static lifestyle. It’s not better or worse; it’s just different.
We’re staying in touch with folks in Italy, Ireland, Malaysia, England, Vietnam, Mexico, Germany, Thailand, and other countries. But all of these people speak English. We aren’t able to get to know people who speak other languages.
Sure, Lisa speaks a little French, and she’s good with words in other languages. But realistically, neither of us can have a real conversation in anything other than English.
It’s sad because we have such amazing experiences with other English speakers. We realize what we’re missing with non-English speakers. We’ve come to understand how little we understand about them, their lives, their perspectives, and their feelings.
The more we travel, the more we realize how little we know. We’d love to learn more, but it’s difficult.
Of course, we could watch an episode of Anthony Bourdain and learn something about a place. But real learning—the life of the people, their dreams, their wishes for their children, their hopes for how their politicians will behave, their feelings about their neighbors, the special places they want to take us, and the insider tips on local food—all come from conversation.
We’re extremely happy when we get a chance to know people in a new place. It’s like going from watching a movie on an iPhone to seeing it in IMAX. Building relationships changes everything.
It’s incredibly sad to know now how much we’re missing because we can’t speak their language and they can’t speak ours.
The relationships we build with English speakers are sometimes so powerful and overwhelming that tears well up in my eyes when we leave. It’s often hard to leave our new friends behind.
Sometimes There Is Sadness
The connections we build with people and places can be so strong that it’s hard to say goodbye. The feelings sometimes make it hard to continue our nomadic lifestyle. We often miss people before we’ve left. We’ve become experienced at missing new friends.
Before it happens, we know how it’ll feel when we go. Anticipating our final day is hard when it happens nearly every month.
We don’t talk much on transition days. The hard deadline of a takeoff time creates stress. We move through the routine silently so as to avoid any disagreement. We’ve learned the hard way that we’re better off doing what needs to be done without discussing it. We can talk once we’re on the plane.
In the first year, the stress of transition was about logistics. Getting through packing, traveling to the airport, and boarding the plane usually presented some unexpected challenges. That’s not the situation now. We’re pretty good at navigating each step of the way without angst.
Our silence today is different. It’s less about stress and more about loss. We grieve for the loss of the relationships and the familiarity of the place. Sure, it’s balanced by the excitement of what’s coming, but the sense of loss hangs over us. It’s like the last day of high school or the end of summer camp. There’s a wistfulness that fills the air around us.
The people we get to know take on a larger-than-life role. They become the representatives of their country for us. They embody all of the people of that place. They are the country. Oddly, and somewhat frighteningly, we become our country for them. We are a larger, more real American presence than any anonymous ambassador they’ll never meet. We speak on behalf of our people for them in the same way they do for us. It adds to the powerful nature of our conversations.
Our conversations with people vary widely from the deeply personal to stiltedly diplomatic where every word is important.
We’re proud enough of our nation that we hesitate to express our own opinion without adding the opinions of our fellow Americans. It’s a balance we impose on ourselves because we see the people across the table trying to understand all Americans by listening to just us.
The conversations and the relationships formed through them are an increasingly important part of why we continue to live this way. It didn’t start out this way, but that’s been a big part of this second year.
No Plans to Stop
We get lots of questions whenever we meet new people. I get many questions from other lawyers contemplating this lifestyle. One of the frequent questions is “When will you stop?”
We have no plans to stop. We love what we’re doing. If anything, we’re more excited about our lifestyle than we were before the transition. Our comfort level has increased along with our competence and confidence. The momentum propelling us forward gets ever stronger.
Many people ask us about our favorite places. Truth be told, we haven’t been anywhere we didn’t enjoy. Traveling full time is different from being on vacation. Short holidays require prioritizing and ranking activities. We all want to use our time wisely when it’s limited. Traveling without end and actually living in these places lets us enjoy destinations others might not experience over a quick holiday.
But we’ve had special experiences in certain places. Interestingly, they’re not always the places you would expect.
We’ve visited some of these special places because of advice we received along the way. These spots aren’t places we’d have gone otherwise. Knowing that we’re going to learn about something unexpected makes planning difficult.
We like having some structure, but we also want to leave some space for spontaneity. We’re certain now that people we meet are going to insist that we visit their special places, and we know we’d regret skipping them.
Two years ago, I assumed we’d check off places and watch our list shrink. That’s not the way it’s working out. The great people we meet are always suggesting more destinations. Our travel list is growing longer and longer.
The late Susan Sontag said it best:
“I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.”
That’s why we have no plans to stop.
2016 – Digital Nomad Life After One Year
I’m running my practice remotely. I don’t go to the office. If you’re a regular reader, then you already know that I do it from the road.
Over the course of the last year, I’ve done my work in Berlin, Edinburgh, London, Lisbon, and the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on a cruise ship.
I’ve worked from Miami Beach, Las Vegas, and Denver as well as Hong Kong, Siem Reap, and Phnom Penh. We got quite a bit done while spending a few months in Vietnam visiting Ho Chi Minh City, Mui Ne, Da Lat, Hoi An, and Hue.
Most recently, we’ve been in Turkey, moving from Antalya to Kas to Istanbul.
Now, 365 days in, we’re in Verona, Italy.
We’ve moved quite a bit over the course of the year. We were warned that moving too fast might result in travel burnout. We decided that we’d risk it, and that we’d take more downtime if we felt like we were reaching our limit.
We’re likely to slow down a bit going forward. We’ve discovered that more time in one place is better than less. Time gives us the opportunity to settle into a routine and get to know the local people and services better. We enjoy a place more when we invest more in figuring it out. But we’re not locked into any particular plan or schedule. We’ll keep experimenting, and we’ll see how it goes.
We’re leaving Italy in a few days and heading to Ireland. One of our kids is doing an internship in Dublin, so we’ll visit and then head off to the countryside. We’re sticking around Ireland until early September. Then we’ll head over to Scotland for a month, after which I’ll visit America for a few workshops. Then it’s back to Southeast Asia for four or five months, followed by Jordan.
Below, I’ll answer some of the most frequent questions I’m getting about our lifestyle:
How’s It Going?
Working remotely isn’t new for me. I’ve been working from home and coffee shops since 2008. I like it. For me, adding travel to the mix has made it even more interesting and fun. I love taking walks in new places, and using our weekends to see local sights is an amazing opportunity. Having new neighbors all the time keeps it all fresh, new, and interesting.
How Is the Business Coping?
The business worked well with my remote work for a long time before I left the country. It continues to go well and grow. The biggest issue with “coping” has been time zones. For instance, when I’m in Asia, it’s hard to schedule voice calls, due to the extreme time difference. On the other hand, working without interruption results in more productivity.
Is It Like Vacation All the Time?
Sometimes yes, and sometimes no. We pick good spots, and, during our time away from work, there are awesome opportunities for exploring and adventure. We often have great views and great restaurants. But sometimes, it’s just head down, earbuds in, cranking away on the work. There are days when I have to stay focused and push onward in the face of a deadline. Those days don’t feel like a vacation. It’s just work in a different place.
Is It Stressful?
Sometimes, yes. It’s hard to maintain systems and routines when the setting keeps changing. That’s both a benefit and a detriment. It’s especially challenging when something goes wrong. Getting sick, dealing with unexpected stress or upset, or having a crisis of any sort is harder when you lack a routine to get you through the day. On those occasions, the stress level gets high, and it’s easy to miss the comfort of “home.”
Where’s Your Stuff? Do You Have a Home Base?
We sold most everything. We’ve got two banker’s boxes in storage in New York for our winter clothes and some mementos. We don’t have a base. Everything else that we own fits in our carry-on bags.
How’s the Technology?
The technology is pretty good. I’ve got everything working really well from anywhere, so long as I can get decent Internet. We’ve been in a couple of places where the Internet was incredibly frustrating, but we’ve overcome the issues by tethering off phones, finding better co-working spaces or cafes, or batching the work in some way that avoided the bad connection. We’ve found shockingly good connections in the weirdest places and shockingly bad connections in places you’d think would be speedy. But the connections are mostly fast, even in places off the beaten path.
How’s the Budget?
Shockingly, it’s great. We’re spending less now than we did living in Raleigh, North Carolina. In Southeast Asia, we mostly stayed in hotels. That area is known for being inexpensive. In Europe, we’ve stayed in apartments rented through Airbnb. Most of us think of travel as expensive. I think it’s expensive because we have very little flexibility, tend to go to popular destinations, and are forced—due to our schedule—to book expensive hotels. Lisa and I have been able to mostly take short, inexpensive flights on a flexible schedule, which reduces the price. Also, many of our flights have been free as a result of my interest in the points-and-miles hobby. We’re also getting long-stay discounts on housing. Most significantly, we’re not hanging out in places where prices are driven up by the popularity of the destination.
How Does It Feel?
Mostly, it’s a blast. I’m in my element bopping between places and cultures. I never tire of the novelty. I’d give it two thumbs up, with only a few qualifiers. Two issues come to mind.
- The biggest downside for me is having less control over work. When something comes off the rails, I feel less able to fix it. Between the distance, the time zones, and the technology, there’s a disconnect that makes it hard to repair a situation immediately. I have to talk myself through being comfortable with the speed of getting things back on track.
- The other issue for me is that it’s harder to read people when you’re 10,000 miles away. Misreading people can make bad problems worse. I can’t always detect subtle emotional cues in employees, vendors, and advisors when we’re on videoconference instead of sitting across from one another. That’s challenging, and sometimes results in miscommunication growing into upset.
Having Any Second Thoughts?
Anything Unexpected Happen So Far?
Most every day, there’s something unexpected, whether it’s the police in riot gear surrounding protestors, having dinner with a guy who turned out to be a Google Ventures partner, or meeting someone who hooks us up with “her guy” who finds us an apartment in a magical city we’d never heard of before. There were the hours we spent talking to the guy who saw most of his family killed by the Khmer Rouge, and the chicken that attacked me in the street. Something unexpected happens before lunch most days.
Any Plans to Settle Back Into a Non-Nomadic Existence?
Nope. It’s going well, we’re having fun, and we’re getting our work done. We’ll keep going so long as those conditions continue.