Two Months? What Happened to Six?
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The last couple of posts talked about how, in planning a relatively short 2 month trip to Spain, I was hoping to jettison a bit of baggage here at home and break a few roots. Well, for 2 months you don’t really sell all your stuff, sell your home, and put everything in storage, do you?
Well, no.
Even I know that. If this was “it”, if we knew the travel bug within us would be satisfied once and for all, I’d just pay the mortgage and have family or friends check on our place from time to time. It’s all just for a short holiday.
Mind you, this time is going to be by far the longest holiday we’ve taken. I think our honeymoon was something like 17 days – and since then we’ve only taken 1 or 2 week trips. Mostly 1. Or less.
I look at this at the trial run. Before taking the car out on the 24-hour Le Mans circuit, I want to run it around the track a few times to work the kinks out. This also serves as a way to clear my head, think, plan, prepare to act. Do I want to try working remotely full time? Find a cheap locale (cheap-er at least), sun, pool, laptop with wireless. Spend my days learning to salsa dance, learning to cook, learning to speak Spanish. And do a little web programming or write books, or blog. Two or three hours a day of work, 12 hours a day of living.
Is that the goal? Can that be done? Certainly a lot of people do it. Even in Canada, I see a lot of people sitting with their laptops in Starbucks in the middle of the day. By the way, that’s not an attractive life for me – seems isolated and boring. But then again, I’ll be having my laptop with me pool side.
So two months is a start. Baby steps. Then when we get back, the clock starts its countdown til we can do it again. Perhaps for six months. Perhaps for good.
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