U.S. emigres figuring it out

The Virgin Mary watches over every branch of our bank. I have not gotten into a writing groove for this blog and may never do. Part of the issue, before…
“ . . . the United States may be turning itself into an island of barbarism amidst the larger world.” – Paul Krugman From day to day I don’t know…
Yesterday we got into an Uber and there, in the back seat, was the driver’s son. Four years old, neither sitting in a car seat nor wearing a seat belt.…
And then another. When we arrived in Quito in April and began to explore the neighborhood around our Airbnb, it didn’t take us long to discover that walking here is…
Eggs and so much more. Some years ago I became fascinated by shopping for groceries in other countries, and even in foreign parts of my own country. I can stroll…
9,350 feet high, to be precise. This was to be the first of possibly several disquisitions on trying to stay connected to the old Robbinsdale “foodways” in a new country…
Housing in Quito is less expensive than in the U.S. By now we might have paid off the old house, but for a number of reasons we had refinanced often.…
How we got here. I regret to say that the magazine International Living — also known as International Lying for its propensity to make astounding claims about all the places…
We celebrated three months here on July 4, a quiet day with no fireworks to terrify the neighborhood dogs. They don’t need much to get them baying like the Baskerville…
Reflections on leaving the U.S. for a life we can afford — and possibly improved mental health — in Ecuador.