Lagos, Portugal. A beautiful seaside destination where all things summer come to life. It’s been the ideal respite as we start this next chapter – the expat experiment. And, while our visas took longer to get our hands on than we anticipated, it all worked out for the best. I always say, life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. Actually, it was Allen Saunders who coined the phrase, but I borrow it a lot. I hope he doesn’t mind.
When the pilot announces that all crew members should stop serving and buckle up, you know it can’t be good. On the behalf of all those who, like me, can’t accurately describe the depth of how much I hate to fly, I’d like to thank the pharmaceutical companies for the invention of Valium. It’s a game changer.
So, wouldn’t you know it?! Cause and effect. It worked! I wrote a post yesterday explaining why we were still waiting and first thing this morning, we got the call. Doris, from the Portugal Consulate, called us at 8:15 this morning and said, “Good morning, Abi, I want to start your day with good news.” Whoop!
I’ve been putting off writing this post because it is a post I do not particularly want to write because I keep thinking, maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow we’ll get the long-awaited good news from the Portugal Consulate. But, then I thought, maybe if I write the post it will cause it to happen. Cause and effect.
The logistics of leaving. It’s an interesting situation in which we find ourselves as we continue to wait, wait, and wait a bit more for our Portugal visas to come through.
“The line between disorder and order lies in logistics…” – Sun Tzu
“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” Walt Disney
With 30 minutes to spare, we ordered our standard Starbucks, Americana and Chai Latte, and sat down to catch our breath and sip the hot steamy goodness. As we sat and sipped, we casually browsed our paperwork and quickly realized we had forgotten probably the most important piece of the puzzle, our passports. All we could do was slap a face palm and laugh. For two people who are ridiculously organized, to the point of obsession at times, how in the hell did we forget our passports?
Apparently, we are not quite ready to settle in to the country life of retirement; the life of mowing 5 acres of grass and then watching it grow again. And, what we find ourselves embracing in this chapter of life is that we don’t have to play by the rules. It’s called redefining retirement for a reason, and that’s what we’re doing – again – we’re redefining our path of retirement.