The Joys of Being an Internationalist…
With our Harley’s back from being serviced in Orlando, and the gorgeous Mustang reluctantly returned to the airport, we spent yesterday settling into our new little home set just back from the beach in Saint Petersburg.
This morning, I managed to stay in bed until 8am, so I think I’ve finally shaken the jetlag. After breakfast, Tave and I went for a short walk along the beach, and I took some pictures so that you can see what life as an Internationalist is like.
What’s an Internationalist, you say? Essentially the same thing that other people refer to as being Location Independent, or a Permanent Tourist/Perpetual Traveler. We have portable occupations that allow us to earn a living independently of our physical location, so we live wherever in the world we please, and own few enough possessions that we can pack them all into a suitcase and move to a new country whenever our tourist visas are about to expire…
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- Mustang parked outside our house
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- View from the beach
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- Tave walking along the beach
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- Pelicans or something…
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- Looking back along the beach
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- Nice spot for a picnic?
