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The brown marble staircase zigzags up the center of the three-story building. The entryway and floors are all littered with the same unforgiving material. It is an uncomfortable reminder of the ex-owner of the complex, Augousto Pinochet......... |
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She has the most beautiful hands I have ever seen. Slim and the color of your favorite latte. Her fingers are impossibly delicate and I cannot believe that they can hold up the tray of fruits and juices she offers us. Gratefully we accept.Our trip has been a day and a half long in uncomfortable positions.... |
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Suzie Hammond is the author of the eBook: |
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Great Links: Living Overseas - Expat Relocation Abroad - Expat Blogs http://www.expatwomen.com/ |
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Entries
Have an Indiana Jones Fantasy?
I did. Not the part about everyone trying to kill me. I seemed to be able to manage some of that without much help.
No, it was the idea of going to exotic places and meeting all sorts of fascinating people.
The stories I wanted to know about were more along the lines of international Garrison Keillor/Mark Twain tales. When I couldn't find many I started this blog. Naturally I am not in their league but I hope to entertain and enlighten a little.
If you are you interested in relocating or retiring I hope this might inspire and encourage you to ask questions and perhaps try a new life.
Comment on these offerings and/or contact me if you have a good story
Life Stories
For People in Transition
The nine year old girl stares into the thin glass of the museum case. On the other side of the clear partition, facing her, is a girl who is perhaps a few years older than herself but long dead.
The cow studies me with a contemplative grind of her teeth. Several flies gather at the corner of her eye. In the New Mexico desert you take moisture anywhere you can find it. The landscape is grilled, layered with reds and oranges in the soil.
He is four years old. His dark eyes are huge pools that hold pain and hurt. Last night there was a roaring and shaking after he went to sleep. He was terrified. His mother took him outside in the darkness, people screamed ...
He is a little unkempt and thin. A two day beard stubble glints in the late afternoon sunlight as he bends to pick up the handles of his wheel barrow. Walking toward him as he comes down the sidewalk I see an odd assortment of bags and bundles inside the cart.
OK so we got a parking ticket. You know the mistake. The curb is painted yellow and it’s a nice very well heeled neighborhood. Several other locals have parked in the area and you figure it’s probably really OK, in spite of the markings. Well not exactly.........
Uprooting!
Unwinding Unusual Tales of Relocation
The Unwinding of Unusual Tales of Relocation
For People in Transition
Uprooting!
Unwinding Unusual Tales of Relocation
For People in Transition
Uprooting!
The Unwinding of Unusual Tales of Relocation
Rivers of tears run down my face. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time!” I try to gasp out to my husband of thirty-eight years. But, I can’t get past, “You sure…” My lungs are seared and my nose is running like an open wound.......
Ahh! Another Protest