As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, we now live in the Albaicín neighborhood of Granada, Spain. It is an old Mooresh barrio and UNESCO World Heritage site that is probably best known as being on an opposite hill with tremendous views of the Alhambra palace. The photo above is from one of its many miradors (viewpoints).
“Boy, this had better be worth it.”
I must have muttered these words a couple dozen times each day for the past week. There is nothing like packing up your family and moving to another country to really get your juices flowing. By day, we’ve been packing and cleaning. Packing and cleaning; on our feet all day long. By night, there are so many things swirling around in my head that it has been difficult to sleep. So I’ve been left in a state of both physical and mental exhaustion contemplating if we’ve made the right decision.
I suspect we have. It just may not be confirmed for a little while.
Our flights to Madrid depart on Monday, June 30 so here is the final pre-trip update.
“What the heck are we going to do with that 17-foot Greenland kayak hanging under the porch?” my wife said to me last spring.
“I don’t know, craigslist it?“
Nothing demands a good decluttering like uprooting your family, renting out your house, and moving to a foreign country with little more than a few suitcases.
Yes, there are many ways to get rid of unnecessary stuff, but my preferred method is posting such items for sale on craigslist (CL).
“I’m 99% sure that bump under your tongue is nothing. It’s that 1% that makes me nervous. Would you like me to refer you to a specialist to get it checked out?”
This is the conversation I was having with my dentist about a month ago. He knew of our upcoming move to Spain and we both decided it was better to be safe (and of clear mind) than sorry.
I’m pretty sure I jinxed myself in my last post when I said “All major hurdles have been cleared at this point.” I don’t think I could have been more wrong.