Category: Nomad Life & Expenses
July was a busy month. We moved twice, a friend from the US visited us, and we took 3 1/2 weeks of Spanish classes. The first 5 days were spent in the Manila area of Poblado finishing up the 4-week…
June started for us somewhere in the air on the way to South America. We saw the sunrise on our layover in Panama and landed in full daylight in Cartagena. We had come to Colombia to fulfill our plan of…
The months of March, April, and May were all spent house-sitting in Colorado. We took care of 14 different pets in 7 different households which we lined up with our Trusted House Sitters subscription*. Our main focus, besides taking care…
The start of a month of house sits We rang in the New Year in Mexico City, mostly recovered but still feeling the effects of whatever bug we had caught. Three days later on January 3, we flew back to…
November started out special. Greg’s mom, Dossie, had mentioned visiting Brevard College where she and Perry first met. So on the first of November, we all hopped into the car, including Dossie’s miniature longhaired dachshund, Penny, and drove a few…
On August 14 of last year, Greg’s father, Perry, had a stroke. We were in Cabbagetown (Atlanta) at the time house sitting for friends. After Greg got the call, we made a quick trip to the grocery store, and then…
In July we finally landed at our first house sit of the summer in Cabbagetown. After a month of driving and visiting friends and family in June and visiting more friends and family during the first week of July, we…
We had just crested an incline when the whirl of Ballena Blanca’s engine suddenly went quiet and stopped. We were on the Horace Wilkinson Bridge crossing over the Mississippi River into Baton Rouge, Louisiana. With the forward momentum we had…
Good news! The van has been repaired! If you have been following along with our monthly reports from the road you know that our beloved van, Ballena Blanca, broke down on February 1st in Oaxaca, México. If you haven’t been…
It sounds like aliens coming to beam us up. The song of cicadas bubbles up into a crescendo of an electric hum. It lasts seconds before the noise bubbles away just to start again. There is a field between us…
