Growing Up Dangerously

Guest post by Laverne H. Bardy whose humorous, often irreverent, slant on life in general, and aging in particular, draws a large readership. She has been syndicated with Senior Wire News Service since 2004. Her book, How The (Bleep) Did I Get This Old? was released in January, 2012, and is a compilation of the best of her columns.

LaverneI was four years old when I started kindergarten. My mother spent two weeks walking me back and forth to Hamilton grammar school the summer before school opened. The walk was every bit of a mile long and included crossing a busy thoroughfare. The only instructions I had, or needed, were:  look both ways when crossing the street and don’t speak to strangers. At the end of that two week rehearsal I was sent to school all by myself. I followed my mother’s directions.

Incredibly, I lived.

I remember being in the house and hearing friends outside shout, “Heeeey, Laverrrne.” I have no idea why they never used the door bell or knocked, but when I heard them call I ran outdoors to play with them. We’d leave the house early in the morning and wouldn’t return until dusk. We rode double on our bikes without helmets, precariously balanced ourselves on monkey bars, climbed trees, hid in open sewer pipes, lay down in tick infested fields, while we licked Good Humor ice cream bars and discussed boys. My mother never called the police, even though I’d been gone an entire day, without a cell phone.

Incredibly, we lived.

When I was eight and my brother was four, we traveled alone, by bus to the movies, every Saturday. We’d get off the bus in the middle of the bustling town of Elizabeth, and head straight for the bakery where I would buy us each a Charlotte Ruse. I can still taste that wonderful sponge cake piled high with fresh whipped cream. We would eat the cake as we walked through town to the Ritz Theater, where for a twenty five cent ticket each, we’d watch Perils of Pauline, a double feature, three cartoons, a newsreel, and a brief stage act. Nobody yet knew words like “abduction” or “child molestation”, so nobody worried.

Incredibly, we lived.  

Do not let Fear make your decisions for you. Risk has a price and so does security.

When my grammar school principal punished me for carving my and my boyfriend’s initials into my desk, my mother never sued the principal for hampering my creativity. She backed him up by further punishing me at home.

Incredibly, I lived.

Returning from high-school in a public bus one day, I looked to my left and  realized that an elderly neighbor of mine was exposing himself to me. When I got home I told my mother who explained that Mr. Drake was an old man who didn’t realize what he was doing and I would be wise to steer clear of him. Then she told Mrs. Drake. No police were involved. No lawsuit occurred. No psychological treatment was required.

Incredibly, I lived.

Not only didn’t my mother bleach the cutting board and knife after she cut up raw chicken, but when I was in college she regularly send me CARE packages that included fully roasted chickens she sent via regular mail. Sometimes they took three days to arrive. My three roommates and I sucked every bit of meat from the bones of those chickens.

Incredibly, we lived.

And when I became a mother I was equally as reckless. I drove three kids around in a station wagon and none of them wore seat belts. They jumped up and down, fought over whose turn it was to sit by the window, and climbed over the seat to the back of the station wagon where they stretched out on their stomachs and colored. Today I wonder how they managed to keep from flying around the car and out of windows.

Incredibly, they lived.

I sat with two of my grandchildren the other day, ages 9 and 11, and listened as they told me about all the horrors that go on today – horrors in the TV news, in the headlines, online, discussed in school, and reinforced by their parents in the names of Enlightenment and Protection. These children were worried in a way I could never have imagined when I was their age. They had lost their innocence.

I wish they could live the magical childhood that I did.

Other posts by this author

Watching Real Beauty

Hell, Not on the Map, but I Was There

Cellulite: A Rite of Passage

Camping: Not for Sissies

Don’t Count Me Out

Aging, Not All Fun and Games

Challenging My Legacy

Behind Closed Doors

Battle of the Bulge

How the Home Shopping Network Turned Me into a Zebra

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Coffee in Saigon

coffee in SaigonCoffee choices are everywhere here in Saigon. No matter if I want a traditional Vietnamese iced coffee served in a tall glass with condensed milk and an iced tea spoon or whether I want a Western version of cappuccino with the foamed milk on top I can pretty much get a cup of coffee anywhere.

We even make coffee in the mornings in our residence at Compass Parkview. But for this I need freshly ground coffee beans.

Billy and I discovered several shops that sell coffee beans and tea, and I purchased 500 grams of Arabica beans for 175,000 dong or $8.22 for 1.1 pound of coffee. Since we drink coffee every day, I soon needed to replace my supply. However since I was shopping on a Sunday, my favorite coffee shop was closed. So I made a visit to my neighborhood Starbucks coffee shop to purchase beans. I purchased 250 grams of Columbia coffee for 200,000 dong or $18.80 for 1.1 pound of coffee!

Even though I enjoy the Starbucks brands of coffee, I think I will stick with my favorite local brand!

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Box Lunches

box lunchOne of the things we like to do while staying here in Saigon, Vietnam is go out for an hour walk around the city, just to see what we can find.

The other day we saw these stacks of box lunches that were being delivered to a construction site! I love these things! They are all stackable and easy to transport.

In another area there was a woman filling up these plastic boxes with food and two construction workers stacking them up to take them off to the other workers.

Lunch time!

For more stories and photos of Vietnam, click here.

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Kindest Regards, You Miserable People

LillyPadsJust read your article about Bali..the “Lost Paradise.” 

There is no paradise on earth.  Paradise is a state of mind.

You nitpick every single little thing in this article to the point of sounding like little children who don’t get their spoiled ways.  Too bad you could not enjoy Nyepi, one of the most amazing days of religious significance to the Balinese; a day of total silence with all necessities of life set aside to become introspective.

Apparently, introspection is not part of either of your makeup.  You are spoiled, greedy, egocentric people who will never find happiness as long as you put every small thing under your lopsided microscope.

Kindest regard you miserable people.

Ron

Hi Ron,

Thank you for taking the time to write and to express your opinion. We appreciate it.

We, too, feel badly that we had a difficult experience in Bali. We did not come with a bad attitude. Our plans were to stay 2 months, but we only stayed 2 weeks because of what we encountered. I understand that sometimes travel presents challenges and that’s part of the adventure. Billy and I were disappointed that we were not able to shake out of the negative circumstances that met us in Bali because we pride ourselves in our flexibility.

Do not let Fear make your decisions for you. Risk has a price and so does security.

I do believe that it was just “one of those things.” On the other hand, Bali seems to be dealing with some growing pains and it is our hope that they can come up to meet the demand.

When we came to Bali we did not want to stay in a gated community or resort and be insulated. We wanted to be part of the community and stay closer to the people. We were frustrated to find old cockroaches in the bathroom drains and cobwebs on the furniture in Ubud. The lack of cleanliness in general was also disturbing – and we do a lot of world travel to make a fair comparison.

Perhaps we’ll give Bali another chance and if we do, we hope to find the paradise that so many people speak about. But it could just be that Bali is not for us. We are happy that you and Bali suit each other and that your experience matches your expectations.

Wishing you all the best, and thanks again for taking the time to write.

Regards,

Akaisha and Billy Kaderli

 

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Watching Real Beauty

Guest post by Laverne H. Bardy whose humorous, often irreverent, slant on life in general, and aging in particular, draws a large readership. She has been syndicated with Senior Wire News Service since 2004. Her book, How The (Bleep) Did I Get This Old? was released in January, 2012, and is a compilation of the best of her columns.

LaverneI was sitting in a diner, enjoying my solitude and absorbed in thoughts of my father. It was the anniversary of his death and I was missing him.    

From the corner of my eye I noticed a magnificent looking couple in a nearby booth. The woman was incredibly beautiful with large, dark, seductive eyes, thick black hair pulled sleekly into a French knot, and an airbrushed complexion. Her movements were fluid. She was poised and composed and appeared to be detached from her surroundings. I watched as she sipped her coffee and I realized that hers were the looks I’d always wanted.

The man was gorgeous. I stared shamelessly and smiled as I allowed my fantasies to ramble. His skin was tanned, he had rugged features with a strong cleft chin and clear blue eyes. The cut of his expensive three piece suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders.

He was reading a newspaper. She was drinking coffee. They never spoke.

I heard myself sigh and tried to pull my thoughts back to where they had been before they’d been so pleasantly invaded. It was difficult. I was drawn to the two of them and their robot-like movements — turning his pages, lifting her cup. No speaking. No smiling. No communicating.

Dream, dream, dream

My thoughts were further interrupted when the hostess escorted another couple to a booth diagonally in front of mine. They appeared to be frequent patrons of the diner because they joked familiarly with the waitress, who asked if they wanted their “usual.”

The man was in his mid-sixties. His hair was steel grey and he wore baggy shorts that slung low on his hips, inviting his belly to hang over. He wore a horizontally striped polo shirt and a red billed cap. Black dress shoes and short black socks accentuated his thin, white, bowed legs.

The woman, about fifty five, had short frizzy brown hair with long grey roots. She wore plaid Bermuda shorts, a sleeveless polka dot over-blouse, white sandals with white anklets, and carried a small white patent leather handbag. She had no forearms. Finger-like appendages hung from her elbows.

I tried hard to ignore her deformity but found myself sneaking peeks at her reflection in the window alongside me. Distance made their conversation inaudible to me, but their perpetual dialogue, laughter and playful animation revealed the warmth and the depth of their feelings for each other.

I stalled by reordering cups of tea. I was intrigued by the contrast in the appearance and behavior of the two couples.

The beautiful people slid across their booth seats, stood and prepared to leave. I observed that the woman was tall and willowy. The man appeared to be about 6’5″ and, in my humble opinion, was a perfect specimen of manhood. The woman walked in front of the man, past the cashier and out the door. He paid the check and followed. They never spoke or so much as acknowledged each other’s presence. They were perfectly sculpted pieces of cold marble.

Loosen your grip on routine

I was on my third cup of tea by now and feeling uncomfortable about lingering any longer when the second couple stood and prepared to leave. When he reached the woman’s side of the table, the man leaned over and whispered something into her ear, causing her to visibly blush and giggle. They embraced. I hid behind my menu and softly cried.

They were walking towards the cashier when the man suddenly turned and came back to his booth. He reached across the seat on which he’d been sitting and came up with his red cap.

My eyes were still moist as I managed a smile and said, “Good thing you remembered it now, instead of after you were on the road.”

He grinned  broadly and walked over to me. “See this here pin?” he asked with great pride as he pointed to a small brass heart stuck in his cap. “My wife gave it to me over 40 years ago and I’m never without it.”

I smiled approvingly and he returned to the cashier where he paid his check and walked out with his arm over his woman’s shoulders.

As my eyes followed them to the parking lot, memories of my father trickled back into my mind and I was struck with thoughts of something he had told me when I was a youngster working beside him in his roadside fruit and vegetable stand. “The sweetest fruits are often the ones with blemishes and imperfections.”

I was warmed by thoughts of my father’s words and realized that while the beautiful people had caught my eye, it was the second couple who captured my heart.

Other posts by this author

Hell, Not on the Map, but I Was There

Cellulite: A Rite of Passage

Camping: Not for Sissies

Don’t Count Me Out

Aging, Not All Fun and Games

Challenging My Legacy

Behind Closed Doors

Battle of the Bulge

How the Home Shopping Network Turned Me into a Zebra

 

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Should I Move My Retirement Funds to Mexico?

Do you know where to look into moving retirement funds to Mexico upon having citizenship??

Daniel

Dream, dream, dream

Hi Daniel,

It is our opinion that moving all of your retirement funds to a Mexican bank would be putting you at a currency risk. We would suggest that you keep your money in the US and access it through ATMs. Having a working bank account in Mexico with some of your holdings there would prove to be practical but putting all of your money in Mexico could expose you to risk that you would not need.

I would suggest becoming familiar with some Expat forums and see what others do in your circumstances. You can find this information on our Newsletters and Forums Page. Forums are free to join.

Good luck!

Best,

Akaisha

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Are You Afraid to Retire?

Thank you for your web site, at 53 I have 25 times what I need in retirement income. I really think that that is enough, at a 4 percent withdrawal rate. I am having trouble with severing the ties and just doing it, actually retiring. I seem to be so institutionalized to work that the fear of retirement is real.

Looking at your web site gives me a peek through the retirement door that freedom can offer.

How can I deal with the fear of stepping over the retirement fence?

Brant

Hi Brant,

Thank you for your kind words about our site and for taking the time to write.

Congratulations on your (possible) upcoming retirement!

What you are feeling is perfectly natural. You are considering making a huge lifestyle change, and of course, you don’t know what the future will bring. But at some point, you must take the training wheels off the bicycle and ride on your own.

While you might have enough money to retire, there is an emotional component of retirement that is seldom addressed. This is where you are finding yourself.

That being said, you might try semi-retirement by getting a part time job or  volunteering for pay. This could ease yourself into having more free time and will give you a schedule for your days.

Life is an adventure, follow your dreams.

You could make a list of all the things you want to do with your time, all the things you want to learn, places you want to see, and have the excitement of this list pull you forward.

One thing that will surely help you is if you track your spending. In this way you will know in real time how much of your net worth you are consuming. Tracking spending is a great way to bring one confidence in their retirement plan because you always know where you are financially.

Have you already decided what sort of retirement you are seeking? Do you want to keep your home? house sit? exchange your home with another couple and travel? move to a less costly location? Do you have hobbies you want to pursue?

The more you think about what sort of retirement you want and what will fill your days, the easier it is to move forward into your dream.

I hope you will find these suggestions useful. Please keep in touch and let us know how you are doing.

Wishing you every good thing,

Akaisha and Billy

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Teaching Abroad, could it be your ticket to permanent life of travel?

Guest post by Suzanne O’Rourke from Itchy Nomads

I have to admit, I had a huge advantage in life, spending much of my youth growing up in foreign countries.  I had no hand in making this happen.  I just have to be grateful that my parents took the leap. I did seize the opportunity for personal growth that led to an awareness of different ways to live. The possibilities are endless if only we allow ourselves to be open to things that are different and unfamiliar.

Having grown up in both the International School System and the American School system in Asia I had wanted to try my hand at teaching in this foreign school system as an adult. My experience in these schools had been fantastic.  Learning was challenging, immersive and invigorating.  It was also academically strenuous, setting a standard for lifelong learning for which I will forever be grateful.

Recently we had the joy of reconnecting with old friends and colleagues, Caz and Alan Mussell in Oro Valley, Arizona.  We had met during a year in which John and I lived and taught at Colegio Americano in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. 

We had long admired this couple because they are a shining example of two Itchy Nomads that set off on individual paths, not knowing the outcome or really the destination, and met and built a life teaching in more than 8 countries between them.  During their tenure they raised two children to become happy and very interesting adults while nurturing and changing the lives of endless children and their families in a ripple effect globally that is immeasurable.

Reduce your cost of living. Pay less for medical care. Find better weather. Create a healthier way of life.

While we enjoyed a delicious meal of Thai Curry and brown rice Alan said, “Our lifestyle is the best kept secret there is.”  He was speaking about a career built around teaching in the International Schools.

What did he mean by “the Best Kept Secret?” Well we want to share it with you.  Do with it what you will but John and I have experienced it first hand and numerous friends of ours continue to live it. Those who have lived this lifestyle but have gone on to do other things, look back and comment that their years of Teaching Abroad were some of their happiest and most vibrant years of their lives.

That is the Secret; go teach in a foreign country. 

You can teach English as Second Language or you can teach other subjects in one of the many International Schools.  The benefits are monetary, experiential and emotional.

We will let them share their experience directly through this interview.

We are proud to introduce you to Caz and Alan Mussel.  Alan is originally from Oregon in the U.S. and Caz is from North Eastern England.

01Alan-&-studentSUZANNE:  Did either of you think when you started this career that it would last so long and take you to so many countries? 

ALAN: Not really.  I just found that I liked teaching.

CAZ:  My family still wonders where the “travel bug” came from.  From the age of about 15 I wanted to travel the world but I realized that I would have to work overseas to be able to do that.  In those days it seemed that for women, there were two occupations which would allow me to fulfill my dreams. Those occupations were Nursing and Teaching.  I hated the sight of blood and my Uncle, whom I admired, was a Teacher so it was easy for me to choose.

SUZANNE:  What drew you to teaching abroad and were your expectations realistic? 

ALAN:  My Peace Corps experience was so important in those formative years that I re-enrolled for another term in Kenya, with similar positive results.

CAZ: I went overseas to teach with an open mind, no expectations and with excitement to what I may experience.

SUZANNE:  What did you both teach? 

ALAN: I was first trained as a teacher under the US Peace Corps program and was sent to the Ivory Coast to teach science and mathematics in French. I have also taught Music on the side at different times. I had two years of college French, but the Peace Corp tested me for language competency and put me through an intensive French language program before I left.

CAZ:  I taught Math and Sciences at the Middle School and High School Level. I also taught Computer Studies in the Computer Labs.

SUZANNE:  What countries have you taught in and for how long?

Allen-North-PakistanALAN: I have taught in Ivory Coast (2 years), Kenya (10 years), Turkey (2 years), California (1 year), Oregon (5 years), Pakistan (3 years), Philippines (3 years) and Mexico (2 years).

CAZ:  Jamaica (2 years), Kenya (8 1/2 years), Pakistan (3 years), The Philippines (3 years) and Mexico (5 years).

SUZANNE: Did you have a favorite country? 

ALAN: I found something of value in each country I taught.

CAZ: No. I did not realize that I would stay away from England that long.  But I loved moving to a new country, starting a new job.  I was always eager to meet new people, explore the country and the culture. I enjoyed every country in which I taught because there were so many different things to experience. The most interesting was Pakistan because their culture was totally different with little of the western world influence. Also, the Pakistani students were special.

SUZANNE:  Was it hard to get these teaching jobs?  What credentials or skills did you have or need?

ALAN: I was first trained by the Peace Corps, got my credential, and then earned my Masters in Education.

CAZ:  One needed a teaching certificate and degree plus 2 years teaching experience.  Not difficult to find a job if you were prepared to go anywhere. 

SUZANNE:  Just a comment here from my experience, I only had an Emergency Credential which I got by substitute teaching in California.  To earn this I had to first have a College Degree, and pass a State Test called the CBEST. This was adequate to get me a Teaching position with the understanding that I would continue on with my credential process. Others we have met have only a TOEFL or ESL Certification for Teaching English as a Foreign Language.

SUZANNE: Did you need to know a foreign language?

Cathie-Vidal-teaching-in-PuALAN:  I needed French in the Ivory Coast and was trained to speak Swahili for Kenya, which I used subsequently. In Mexico, I taught myself Spanish… I love languages and have found them invaluable in understanding the culture wherever I am. I learned bits of Turkish and Urdu also.

CAZ: The local schools in which I taught in Jamaica and Kenya, the language of instruction was English. In the International schools the classes were all in English except the language classes.

Suzanne:  When I taught in Mexico, I team taught with a Mexican teacher. We taught 3rd and 4th grades. Half the day I taught the 3rd graders Geography, World History, Science and English Language in English. Meanwhile my Mexican counterpart taught Math, Spanish, Mexican History and Cultural Studies in Spanish.  In the afternoon we flipped the grades and I taught subjects in English to the 4th graders.  I learned a lot of Spanish that year, but it was not a requirement of my employment. It was more of a benefit to me.

SUZANNE: What Skills were most in demand? 

ALAN: Desire to communicate with students and their families.

SUZANNE:  Math, Sciences, Foreign Language like French, and Computer Skills.  John taught Computer Graphics and Physics in Summer School while I taught High School Earth Science.

SUZANNE:  What challenges did you have to overcome to make this lifestyle work?

ALAN:  It seemed to come naturally. There were illnesses, but no more than would have been expected in the US.

CAZ:  I had to adjust to being away from family. I had to discover the cultural differences especially those which may have been offensive to the local people. New people generally are euphoric when they first arrive but then a slump can occur after about 3 months when they realize the differences between their old and new life. Some find it hard to adjust. At each school one has to adjust to the way it is run while coping with unpacking, adapting to new environment and having no friends for support at first.

SUZANNE:  Using your 20×20 vision, was raising your children in this manner a positive experience for you and them? 

ALAN: They considered their years abroad immensely valuable.

Suzanne-with-her-masked-kidSUZANNE:  The International and American Schools I attended had some wonderful travel programs and foreign exchange opportunities that were amazing.  With my 20 x 20 vision, growing up in these schools provided an intimacy with the expat community, my local instructors and the school as a whole that I’ve never experienced in domestic schools. It spoiled me for less involved community lifestyle.

SUZANNE:  What did you like most about the lifestyle?

ALAN: Immersion in a foreign culture.

CAZ:  Just experiencing another way of life, new food, new places, dress and having one’s life enriched by all of this. Being in a certain part of the world allows you to visit other countries nearby.

SUZANNE: How did you find the teaching jobs in each country, and did you have your pick, or was it difficult to get the ones you wanted?

ALAN: After the Peace Corps years, I attended some of the many hiring conferences, but because of my fields, found no difficulty in getting jobs.

CAZ: The first 2 jobs, Kenya and Jamaica were found in the “Times Educational Supplement” which advertises jobs overseas. I chose to apply for these jobs.

Later the positions in the “International Schools” were found through attending Recruiting Fairs which are held all over the World. Attendees interview with many schools of their choice and then choose the one they want from the offers they are given. One did not always get the school which was top of their list. I found these jobs through International Schools Services (ISS) and Quality Schools International organizations.

SUZANNE:  Was it a benefit that they could hire both of you as a couple? 

ALAN: Definitely.

 CAZ: It is a definite advantage to be a teaching couple. The school is getting 2 for the price of 1 nearly as they would have to pay fares, provide accommodation, medical etc. for families whether one or both are teaching.  Some schools like Pakistan, Karachi American School will only hire teaching couples. For Alan and me, we had a little disadvantage as we both taught High School Math’s. In those days it was the male who was offered AP and IB classes.

SUZANNE: What was the hardest part of this lifestyle?

ALAN:  Nothing.

CAZ: I never felt there was any hardship. The Schools always had a support system in place to help if one needed it.

SUZANNE: Can you please tell us about the Benefits you typically received and the type of employment packages you could expect to be offered? 

ALAN: Usually accommodation, sometimes a vehicle, often a paid round-trip yearly to home, tax-free income, and medical.

Suzanne: Typically a housing allowance, summers off with the ability to travel extensively, round trip airfare back home at least every other year. A real bonus is the ability to earn about $97,000 US tax free per person and often a low cost of living depending on the country you are in. If you re-sign for another year there is a typically a sign in bonus. If you have children they usually get the benefit of this free private school education. Round trip airfare is included as long as you stay for the length of your contract.

SUZANNE:  What resources would you recommend someone tap into if they are interested teaching abroad?

CAZ:  I would recommend going to the Recruiting Conferences in the States or Abroad as then you can interview with many schools at one time. Also you can meet people from these schools.

ALAN: Check out the job fairs, ISS catalogue, etc. and see what schools require of their teachers.

SUZANNE: If you know anyone that has taught at an International School and you have the credentials to teach, ask for an introduction and letter of referral.  Administrators love to hire people who are referred by others with whom they have worked before.

SUZANNE:  Many of our readers may think that a career like this is for those just getting started, but my experience has been that this is not the case.  What are your thoughts about who should consider teaching abroad?  Is it just for young teachers, or veteran teachers or can it include being a 2nd act for semi-retired individuals or even retirees? 

ALAN: Many schools prefer younger married candidates as the health risks would be less, but we met teachers abroad of all ages, often with families.

CAZ: Most schools want you to have 2 years teaching experience but after that age does not matter.  Some schools will end your contracts when you reach the age of 64. Two that I know of are the International Schools in Tokyo and Jakarta.

SUZANNE: THANK YOU SO MUCH Caz and Alan for sharing your insights and expertise about this career direction. I can only wonder how many lives you have both influenced through the years and how those students have gone on to make a positive difference in their countries and global community. You should be congratulated for the countless contributions you’ve made to your students’ lives.

 In Summary:

The schools can vary widely in their facilities and amenities.  Alan taught in a rural Peace Corp school that was rustic and dangerous, and he loved it.  In contrast some schools are like elaborate country clubs with swimming pools, beautiful libraries, sports fields and amazing programs. The Alumni associations of the better schools offer Reunions around the world so graduates can stay connected.

Also, if you get hired in-country you will typically earn the Local Wage, as was the case when we were hired in Puerto Vallarta.  Make sure you get hired outside of the country you plan to teach in.  The benefits difference is very significant.

Itchy Nomads, if this lifestyle is of interest, look for a job fair and go get information and possibly do some interviews.  Teaching English as a Second Language can be an easier path to getting a job, but does not typically have the financial benefits that teaching in an International School offers.  

For more information on teaching abroad and jobs in retirement, see our Retirement Jobs page.

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Hey Billy & Akaisha – Are You Retired or Not?

Wide expanse of beach, Santa Cruz, Califoria

Wide expanse of beach, Santa Cruz, Califoria

Hey guys,

Enjoy your newsletter and you’ve both been an inspiration for a few years now as my wife and I plan our early retirement. My concern as the years have passed is that it has become clear that in some ways you aren’t retired now as you must be receiving a good amount of income from your books and web-site (I could be wrong, but it does appear that way). I applaud you for this and think its great that its worked out for you.

What I think would be fair to the rest of us is that you mention this and without giving out details you would rather remain personal at least give some sort of estimate as to how much of your income is now from what I would call your “retirement business”.

Reduce your cost of living. Pay less for medical care. Find better weather. Create a healthier way of life.

I think for the rest of us who will be trying this with no other income but what we have invested, that it would help as we access our own situation. I do understand that this was not your original intention and that you started out with just your investments, but since that isn’t the situation now, it would be helpful to the rest of us.

Billy with hill tribe kids, Thailand

Billy with hill tribe kids, Thailand

If I am way off base with this, I apologize as I am simply assuming based on your success post retirement that it’s fueled a good income and I could be totally off base. If I am, then that information would actually be even more helpful and encouraging. Either way, I think the information would be helpful.

Thanks so much,

Darin G.

Hi Darin,

Thank you for taking the time to write.

We want you to know that we appreciate your question and we address this issue in a piece we recently posted on our website: Is it Work or Is it Passion?

The most important thing is to be able to live off one’s investments which we did for 15 years before we wrote any books. In planning for your own retirement, you must be able to live from the income that your investments generate, and if something else comes up after your retirement years, then it is simply “extra cash.” As we mention in our article, once you are retired, opportunities come up and you can take advantage of them as you like – or not. If you do an exchange with a neighbor or join the Peace Corps and receive a modest payment for your volunteer work, are you no longer “retired”? Will you feel inclined to move yourself from the ranks of being retired to the semi-retired column and then back again when circumstances change?

Akaisha riding in a Jak Ka Ran, Vietnam

Akaisha riding in a Jak Ka Ran, Vietnam

This is one of the reasons we prefer the term of Financial Independence. One either is or they aren’t.

If we no longer pursued our website and the writing of books (which is a passion) it would not affect our ability to be Financially Independent. We do the website and books as our volunteer time because we are passionate about educating people on financial independence, world travel and medical tourism. We aren’t caught up in whether or not someone puts a label of “semi-retired” on us or whether or not someone feels we have “tarnished” the label of being fully retired.

Billy and I are productive people and we didn’t want to sit around “doing nothing” all day. If we weren’t writing for our blog, we would be doing something else that is productive (like building tennis courts or teaching massage or anything else of our choosing).

I hope this explanation puts your questions to rest and that it answers this matter for you personally. When you retire, – or become Financially Independent – what you do with your time is up to you. If an opportunity fell into your lap or if you want to do an exchange with a neighbor or friend I certainly hope that you would not allow someone else’s tendency to label you “only” semi-retired keep you from living a satisfying life of your choosing.

Thank you so much for writing and we wish you and yours the very best on your road to financial freedom. Please feel free to write any time.

Best,

Akaisha

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The Early Years

Garret Mathews is retired from writing the metro column for the Evansville, Ind., Courier & Press. He penned more than 6,500 columns in a career that began in 1972. Mathews lives in Carmel, Ind., and happily babysits his new grandson four days a week. 

When I recall my early years in the newspaper business at the Bluefield, West Virginia, Daily Telegraph, I think of pounding out stories on an ancient Royal typewriter that could have been used as a hand weight at a World War II boot camp.

And mailroom guys growing marijuana in the dirt between the cracks of the wood floor on the third floor.

C.W., their boss, was cool with it and even helped with the harvest.

“Makes ‘em work better,” he told me.

And never completely trusting the contents of the pizza on my desk because pieces of the Depression-era ceiling were always falling down. One night, a staffer thought he was biting into an anchovy and ended up needing dental work.

Simplify, simplify, simplify

I worked with a narc, a woman who went to jail for Social Security fraud, a guy who went to jail for assault, assorted alcoholics, assorted drug users and a desk man who tried to burn the newspaper building down.

The attempted mass homicide didn’t amount to much. The gothic structure had lived through 80 years of storms, pigeons, angry readers and poor reporters. It could survive a quart of lighter fluid and a boat-load of matches.

But what I remember the most are the nicknames that were given out like lollipops at the bank.

The big three were “slick,” “ace” and “stud.”

As in:

“Gimme six grafs on that bus wreck, slick, so we can make deadline and go drink beer at King Tut’s Drive-In before Stu tries to set the place on fire again.”

And:

“Hang up on your girlfriend, stud. Need that headline on the Sewage Board meeting some time today. We ain’t a monthly.”

And:

“Better not be going up to the mailroom, ace. The cops are up there handing out indictments.”

And:

“I know there’s no chair, slick. Company policy. There’s three for every five employees. Either come in early or learn to squat.”

And:

“Wouldn’t park out front if I was you, ace. Get a little wind and bricks start flying off the roof. Usually land where your hood ornament is.”

Sadly, you don’t hear those wonderful nouns around the newspaper office any more.

We have this ridiculous, politically correct notion that folks should be called by their real names.

Can’t call somebody “slick” because it means “pile of bile” to natives of Qatar.

Can’t call somebody “ace” because it reminds the news editor he isn’t one.

Newsrooms are alleged to be too sophisticated to dabble in such verbiage these days. We have carpet now. And coffee makers. And ceilings that can be counted on to stand their ground.

I take this opportunity to break from the mold.

MEMO:

To: Those who address me in the future:

From: The ex-columnist in cubicle 12

Let it be known that henceforth I will no longer answer to Garret. Or GM. Or “Whatsit.” Or “Hey, you.”

I want my appellation to touch on the rich history of the newspaper business.

I also want it to reflect my strength, power, well-being and, yes, virility.

My greeting of choice is “stud.”

As in:

“Hey, stud, the company car is stuck in a ditch. Wanna lift it out for us?

And:

“Hey, stud, our new hire was parking his car and got hit with a brick. Can we borrow some of your scar tissue?”

And:

“Hey, stud, there’s a gas leak at King Tut’s. Can you suck up the fumes until the HAZ-MAT crews get here? And hurry. There are three slicks and two aces in there.”

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