We oversaw the construction of our dream house on the beach from afar, and the builders took advantage of us in many ways.
Living Abroad
We once lived in a beach paradise. Now we don’t, and it fells almost like we never did.
Take it from the president of Argentina: A plate of pork is good for getting the sex drive in gear.
We left a good life at the beach for the urban rat race. I have a nagging feeling that we should never have left our coastal paradise.
Can you trade in a beach paradise for the big city and the rat race? We’re about to find out.
We moved back to the city after more than two years of living in a beach paradise. My three-year-old son thinks the city sucks.