This question fits well into the conversations being held about the results of tomorrow’s United States Presidential election. While everyone else who threatened to move to Canada packs their bags, I’ll be heading to a different region. Right now it’s a two-way tie between 2 locations where it’s a gift to be able to take up residence in either town.



Click on photo to book a room to stay here. I don’t earn commission but I might beat you to it!

To me, this charming yet sturdy medieval area offers a romantic lifestyle filled with rolling lavender fields, weekend mornings spent walking through narrow streets to wide-open markets only to return with a basket filled with fresh flowers, produce and meat. One’s country home truly may be a castle, as sturdy as the medieval ones sprinkled throughout the valleys.  Walking into the ruins of any castle sends you back in time in history.  

Life feels simpler, yet more luxurious when starting the day rising slowly from your cloud of down beds and comforters. Vibrant purple lavender covers the countryside, bright yellow sunflowers populate the fields, and lemon yellow, blue, green and red cover many tables in town.  At the same time, one may wander from their farmhouse into a Michelin starred restaurant that serves the region’s best vintage wines and unforgettable food.



Rent this spot through airbnb by clicking on the photo. Save our spot in the chairs, I’ll grab wine!

A certain confidence comes from living on top of a volcanic eruption, separate from other parts of the world on this island in the Aegean Sea.  One feels closer to God (or the Gods, based on Greek Mythology) based on the altitude and the frequency of beautifully domed churches.  In other parts of the world the layout of the island, with literally so many people living on top of each other, could test even people’s strongest nerves. In Santorini, the proximity means you have others to appreciate nature’s gifts with – as witnessed by how the whole island seems to take a break during the transition from day to night celebrating each sunset.

One feasts like the Gods with fresh Greek salads, feta cheese, phyllo dough drizzled in honey, fresh meats and sea foods nourishing our bodies. Suddenly the sculptures of the Greek Gods seem accurate in their portrayal of health and strength and totally achievable… until the ouzo and baklava comes out.  

Both of these places slow life down unapologetically and remind us that we are fortunate to inhabit this Earth. They’ve both been around for ages so stop and sit, listen and learn a while.

So VOTE in the comments! Where should I go? Where would you go?
Would you stay in your country, but just visit another state/province/territory?
Where have you visited that was the strongest departure from where you live?
What about you?
If you had to move to a state or country other than the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?
If you answer, drop your links in the comments!
This question came from Marc & Angel’s 50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind


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My favorite house to live in was my first home in Baltimore, MD.  It was the last house in a group of row houses with front and back stairways, basements, stacks of floors, seemingly endless closets and my favorite childhood place, the sun porch! Although we only had a sun porch until I was 8, it made such an impression on me that I have a Pinterest board featuring things I would have in my dream sun porch.

Not exactly our house but same neighborhood, same awesome sunporch!

My large sun porch was all glass (from my youthful perspective) bordered on all 3 sides by the side yard – part of the yard I rarely explored and something our neighbors didn’t have.  When I played or read at my activity table, the view made me feel like I was in the middle of a protected castle courtyard in the hidden corner of the green and manicured but unexplored garden.  I didn’t have to worry about the busy street in front of our house, the neighbor’s big dogs, or my other neighbor’s invasive daughter.  I was safe and sound. I waited for the Velveteen Rabbit to hop by and peek in curiously.

I regularly felt like a green sprout inside a greenhouse. I’ve always been a sun lover and feeling warmed to my bones!  On the rainy or snowy days, the furnace, or the fireplace in the adjacent rooms heated the room and seeing the chill outside made me appreciate how warm I felt inside.

Formal guests made it to the living room, right off of the foyer.  Good friends and family busted through the formalities and hung out in the sun porch.  Eventually we had a pool table out there to add more flavor. This was a room for hanging out and bonding over billiards, not just keeping up appearances

Many years we gathered around our Christmas tree, conducted Easter egg hunts and took photos in the porch.  As mentioned, any visiting family hung out there, so this added to the magic.

We Californians don’t know how to do basements or sun porches like the east coast.  I’m determined to share the plans for my secret garden with others!

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