Nine years ago I made a life-changing decision to move back to my Spanish roots. We moved to a beautiful little whitewashed village on the Southern tip of Spain.
Vejer… where you can almost touch Morocco and the streets are lined with orange trees. Part of the pull towards this beautiful place was the people - everywhere you turn you are greeted with a smile, and a sense of authenticity and purity - a million miles from the fast pace of life in a big city. I felt they were the kindest, happiest, warmest, most beautiful people I had known.
From Vejer we decided to move to Portugal. I am a linguist and I craved new challenges, and my husband Michael fell in love with Portugal the first time we visited in 2014. We decided to settle in Silves, the ancient capital of the Moorish Algarve and the orange-growing centre of Portugal. Our house is nestled among orange groves and almond trees, and our view to the north are the rolling Barrocal hills of the Serra de Monchique.
I now live a more simple life. We’ve found a way of life that fills us emotionally, and not materially, and it feels good to be transmitting those values to our children.