To read the last few posts on this blog, one might think we were having second thoughts about our decision to move overseas. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
I know, I know... You're probably thinking: "Is this chick ever gonna stop writing blogs about being stressed out about their move to Portugal?"
As one might expect, the final two weeks before our departure were a blur.
People often say that moving is stressful. People are not wrong.
We arrived in Connecticut on May 1, and from that point forward, it felt like our fulltime travel days were done.
When I was a little girl, I was obsessed with dogs. All I wanted was a dog. A big dog, a little dog... any dog would do. I just coveted the floof.
As I previously mentioned, our goals for our April visit to Lisbon were to ensure we could find what we needed to live safely and comfortably (ie: Kevin's meds, Thor's food, workable public transportation, etc.), and to figure out which specific neighborhoods we wanted to reside in.
If I haven't made it clear before, Kevin and I decided to move to Portugal having never previously visited the country.
For people who own a Tiffin motorhome, a trip to Red Bay, Alabama, where the company is headquartered, is like a right of passage.