Just as the food is different, the language and real estate laws you encounter in Latin America will be different from those you find in the U.S. and Canada. So are the legal system and inheritance laws, so it’s important to bear these in mind if you buy property there.
Tucked into a secluded nook in the ancient Bayon temple, with benevolent stone faces smiling down at me from every angle, I felt overwhelmed at finally being in Angkor Wat, Cambodia, after years of day-dreaming of a life of travel. I remember thinking I should pinch myself. But instead I soaked up all the atmosphere I could, knowing this type of adventure would shape my future for years to come. Barely a year before, I could scarcely have imagined that I’d travel right across Southeast Asia—on my Social Security money alone. One morning early in 2015, I woke at dawn to get ready for a 10-hour shift as a shuttle driver.
In the morning, I like to take in the view from my balcony: To the south, I have the majestic, snow-capped peaks of the central Apennines, to the east, a turquoise stretch of the Adriatic Sea. And in between, olive groves, green meadows, and picturesque hilltop towns.
The smell of baking bread greets me as I walk along the narrow medieval streets in the early morning. The church bell is chiming. It’s September and there are no clouds to obscure the vivid cobalt-blue, Mediterranean sky.
If you’re someone who is looking for the conveniences of a good-sized city close to the beach and the mountains—I may have found the sweet spot for you. Especially if you are a trailblazer—someone who would enjoy the experience of immersing yourself in a new language and culture.
Front Street got its name because, to put it plainly, it’s in front. That is to say, it’s in front of Middle Street and Back Street, the other two primary lanes on tiny, five-mile-long Caye Caulker, Belize. Front Street faces the sea.
Because Caye Caulker is small, there aren’t many homes or condos available for sale. It’s a thin market with high demand. And prices have risen over the last few years. But there are still good deals to be found.
The breeze carried the salty tang of the turquoise ocean. The sand was white and powder-soft. Yet I was one of the only people on the beach. The year was 2004. I was on the Riviera Maya, Mexico’s Caribbean coast, on Tulúm Beach.
I’ve been around oil (at least from an investor’s perspective) for a long time. In the early 90s I worked in the Dallas bureau of the Wall Street Journal, writing about oil and its impact on the Texas economy from an economic and investment point of view.
Somewhere near the end of the movie It’s a Wonderful Life, you can hear the jingle of a little bell. Jimmy Stewart’s daughter gazes up at him and says: “Look, Daddy! Teacher says every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.” The bell is hanging, among other baubles, on a tall and sparkly Christmas tree. Considering that movie was made in 1946, the tree’s ornaments—if they still exist—could be worth a fortune. Fortunately, you don’t need to have been on the set of a 1940s classic to pick up a collectible bauble.