I’ve been wintering in spain for 16 years. I lease the same apartment every year for the same two months. I’ve also lived in Guatemala, and have been a long-term traveler throughout Europe, Mexico, the isle of Saba, and Malta. I’ve driven all the way across Canada, every province on the mainland, and as far north as the Yukon. I often spend up to 90 days in a country which is typical of the amount of time I am allowed in many countries on my American passport. Clearly, I love to travel and consider myself an untourist. Yet, whenever anyone asks me where I would live if I could live any place in the world of my own choosing, I always answer, on another planet. It’s been my experience that wherever there are people there are problems. And although I like to travel because I enjoy the anonymity that one has when traveling and living in someone else’s country,

I’m not a big fan of humans overall. It doesn’t take me long to realize that every country has its share of problems, that every culture places enormous limitations on its own people, and that getting along with others is never easy. I like to say I live everywhere but nowhere. I don’t think I’ll ever find my home. Yet, in someways my mental attitude affords me a kind of freedom that those who become attached to their own culture will never experience.