By the time we’d let go of l’Estartit and worked our way through Granada and Sicily, we weren’t browsing anymore — we were watching, almost obsessively, for the next thing the internet would show us. That’s how Abruzzo found us. Not through a guidebook or a recommendation from a friend, but through an algorithm that…

By the time we were ready to actually start looking at property, l’Estartit felt like the obvious place to begin. It was our holiday spot, the place we knew best, the place that already felt a bit like home whenever we landed there. So that’s where we started. Looking back now, I think we underestimated…

Picking Up From That “Yes” Lesley’s “yes… maybe we should” didn’t come with a plan attached. It could have faded back into ordinary life once the holiday feeling wore off. It didn’t. I couldn’t let the idea drop. And turning a feeling into an actual decision meant doing the unglamorous part: real research, not just…

How One Holiday Made Us Realise It Was Time The decision to move abroad didn’t arrive with drama or sudden clarity. It crept up on us during an ordinary holiday in L’Estartit — nothing fancy, no big plans, just a week away together. Somewhere in that week, something I’d been avoiding thinking about caught up…