expat adventure

Warning: If you’re on your way to visit Rome, don’t read this. Our Italian driver is not of the Armani suit tribe. Carlo wears comfy jeans, has long shaggy hair…

You decide to pull up stakes and move to France. Sell your house, buy another one. Ship all your stuff. You don’t know the country and you speak awful French. You are an idiot. How many ways can you drive yourself nuts?

For reasons only known to the gods of cyberspace, I came upon multiple posts last week dealing with expat nightmares and struggles concerning foreign toilets or facsimiles. Once caught in…

When you grow up in Holland and ride a bike and eat cheese and the wildest animal you ever see is a stork, it doesn’t occur to you that one…

Have you ever heard of a country that is not a country? Have your expat travels ever taken you to a place called Transnistria? To my shame I must admit…