On the day you’ve said good-bye to your good boy, happy hour isn’t happy at all. We managed him through escalating arthritis and kidney failure but in the end it was cancer. His slow but controlled decline turned into a catastrophic plummet seemingly overnight, his body wasting away right before our eyes. Tobes. Tobers. Toberto. […]
A furry gray missile launched out of the box and towards my face. I flung the box away from me. It crashed to the ground, its contents scattering into the gravel, dirt, and weeds of the campsite. It was too late.
Ensenada is a tourist port so the locals generally speak English well. But Leslie was intent on speaking Spanish and not being a gringa tourist expecting conversations in English.
Our exit from full-timing life was as messy as our entry.
Our adventure dog is 80 pounds of fur and love—and copious amounts of slobber. That’s kind of a challenge when we live in 200 square feet
Medical tourism is a thriving industry driven by people who travel to find more affordable healthcare than they can get at home. We do it backwards.