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March 2017

Pincho de tortilla

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Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today I would find out about a very popular snack from the North of Spain called Pinchos while celebrating the week's end at a quaint Spanish restaurant called Cafe Marisa in Sant Sadurni D'Anoia. 

I had now called Spain home for two entire weeks, and I would shortly be introduced to some of the sweetest people in the wine village, along with an incredibly tasty dish here in Spain.  I successfully made it through the first week of teaching English in the small wine village and happily ended the week with a lovely invitation to enjoy pinchos and cava at a quaint Spanish restaurant called Cafe Marisa.

Of course, I had no idea what "pinchos" were, but I had become fast friends with the cava and couldn't wait to get my hands on some more to celebrate the week's end.  It turns out on Friday evening, at this charming restaurant, they offer a "happy hour" deal until 8 pm on a variety of delightful pinchos.  I would find out that pinchos are very popular in the North of Spain and they are mainly small tapas but "spiked" with a toothpick and typically eaten at bars or taverns as a little snack while socializing with friends.  Well, sign me up!  

I would have never guessed I'd become such an enthusiast for something as simple as eggs with potatoes, but I fell instantly in love with the delicious pincho of "tortilla de patatas."  Also known as "pincho de tortilla."  This particular cafe still holds the number one place in my heart for this traditional Spanish dish.  It was delectable!   A very thick homemade omelette cooked with a tower of thinly sliced potatoes inside and then the tortilla (Spanish omelette) itself cut into thin slices and served atop a slice of pan (bread).  Lastly, of course, it was spiked with a toothpick making it easy to share and pass amongst the table.

In America, we aren't accustomed to eating eggs in the evening but don't "hold the huevos" (eggs) in the night here in Spain!  Bring those bad boys out and celebrate Spain's twist on the simple ingredient alongside a sparkling Spanish cava (Spain's version of champagne).  

 

Cafeteria Marisa is located at Carrer de Barcelona, 08770 Sant Sadurni D'Anoia, Barcelona.  Go on Friday before 8pm and try those delish little Pinchos de tortilla!  

Phone: +34 637 00 95 07

 

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

 

I've got "The Crane Kick" coming sisters!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I will begin this post by telling you that I have got a giant Daniel-san style "Crane Kick" coming at ya (later in the story).  Otherwise, I believe we are at the point in the story for a quick recap and a surprise at the end. 

If you aren't up to speed; here are two good posts to get you feeling the Bohemian Agent vibe about my "sell it all" journey to Spain.  These two posts explain both the start and finish of the first leg of the adventure abroad (and all the good stuff is in between):

So far, we've got all the juicy necessities of a god damn good story, haven't we?  Moving to Spain in ten days to follow dreams long ignored.  There's been a struggle, a time crunch, a triumph, a new adventure and a very happy ending, that continues to be happy over one year later!  I've got plenty of spirited stories to send your way from here ladies, but first!   We must pause, and appreciate the journey thus far, my chicas!  

I want to spread the love, shake my sisters up, get you planning some adventures.  I want that same love to spread to your fellow sisters (or brothers, I don't discriminate).   All of the events that have transpired so far in this blog story have effortlessly manifested themselves into an inspirational tale I am proud to call "You Did It Motherf*cker."  

Let me explain.  It's time to celebrate what has already transpired on this travel journey, my sisters.  However, I need some very serious, very loving, and very honest "Jersey style" feedback on this bad boy before it goes live.  Without further ado, I present you:

You Did It Motherf*cker
An inspirational tale.
How the power of setting intentions and a big brass vagina got me to Spain in 10 days.  

Book Preface:

I'd like to begin by thanking my big brass vagina (big brass balls didn't seem appropriate, as I lack that anatomy) and the Universe for allowing this book to manifest so naturally in the pursuit of great happiness abroad. 

Book Summary:

"You Did It Motherf*cker" is an inspirational tale about a girl from Jersey, turned artist in Denver, confronting her own maximalist tendencies in order to rediscover the bohemian spirit overseas.   One woman on a journey to allow dreams that had been long ignored to manifest.   This short story explains how moving to Spain in pursuit of a more mobile lifestyle flew from a dream, to reality, at speeds faster than Superman trying to reverse time to save Lois Lane.  How fast? Ten days to be exact!  The second part of this personal narrative continues to detail the wanderlust adventure by recounting the joy, abundance, and lessons received in the first ten days of this glorious journey abroad.  May you enjoy this little tale of how the power of setting intentions like a boss, along with the bravery to trust in the Universe (using the Law of Attraction) got me to Spain in ten days.

Here comes "The Crane Kick":

I need to know if you are feeling this like I am gals!  Have I gone too far this time?  Ha-ha!  I mean, would you buy this motherf*cker if you saw it on the bookshelves?  Would you want your best friend to have this motherf*cker too? Are you feeling the awesomeness of this motherf*cker like I am?  This book, to me, is like that final crane kick that Daniel-san breaks out to take down that blonde haired bully Johnny.  It's the last part of the Karate Kid (right before that mean-ass sensai yells "finish him" and ...the crane kick comes out of nowhere leading Daniel-san to whoop some motherf*cking ass!  In my case, the proverbial bully would be the serial jap slaps (from life) I was taking at the start of the story.  I am asking you to be my Mr. Miyagi ladies (and gentlemen).  Guide me, tell me what you think.  Love? Hate? Excitement?   

I am completely in the final editing phase and would love to know your thoughts on the cover, title and reading experience so far.  Shout me!  And, are you on this mailing list yet?

I want you to watch the video below and insert yourself into the Mr. Miyagi character while he studies the moves of Daniel-san leading him straight to victory!  I can't do this alone ladies. Sending so much love! 

Side note: I never realized how much I loved that enthusiastic woman who was yelling "Come on Daniel, you can do it!  Come on."  Ha-ha!  

Click here to watch "The Crane Kick" from The Karate Kid here for those of you reading this offline:

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Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

The perfect moment

At this juncture on the Spain train, I was feeling pretty aligned with my purpose and path to rediscovering my authentic self.  I knew that I was exactly where I needed to be and doing exactly what I needed to do: to rebuild my previously wounded Bohemian spirit.  My inner wanderlust continued to shine each and every day; beginning from the first moment I had touched down in glorious Spain.  Each new day felt as though it had become the best one yet.  I slowly learned how to become more present with myself and to trust everything was just as it should be in all areas of my life.  

I can clearly picture the moment where all of this clarity first hit me in Spain.  I sat atop a beautiful picnic area on a park bench overlooking the vineyard of the biggest Cava producer in Spain and reveled in the tranquility.  I recall thoroughly breathing in this wonderful moment both visually and emotionally, and while doing so, receiving a text from one of my favorite girls from Jersey.   

  

What propelled this particular text straight to "extra special" status was that I hadn't heard from this friend since I first expressed the idea of moving to Spain.  Ironically she had been one of the first people that I had communicated my initial unfiltered thought of moving abroad (reminding me at this very moment of the power of setting clear grandiose intentions and all I had done to make mine a reality).  It hadn't even been that long.  But, something about all time and space seemed to practically stop each day making sure I had appreciated every individual moment I could.  It had already felt like I lived a lifetime's worth of adventure in this very short blip of time.  So, with all that said, this would probably be the absolute best text message I could have received summarizing all these simultaneous revelations (no surprise here and thanks for the clarity and pat on the back Universe).    

As I opened the text, it simply said: "You did it Mother F*cker."  I remember almost reading it in slow motion and basking in every single word of this brilliant sentence.  It was at this moment that I felt pretty damn proud of every last life experience that had to lead me to this perfection.  I don't think any other words could have collectively summarized my experience more precisely than these.  I laughed my ass off.  Followed by a deep meditative breath and basked in the warm glow that lit up my soul on this perfect day and most days to follow from here.

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

Get your bark back on!

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today I would learn to channel my inner Snoop D.O. double G and get my bark back on as I accepted the valuable lessons that would come with some struggles during the start of my journey of teaching English in Spain. 

Here's the honest truth.  It wasn't all roses in Spain.  But, with that came valuable lessons that were part of my journey.  My first month of teaching English was no picnic. But, I did my best and believed that would produce the best results seeing that "like attracts like" in the law of attraction. The real truth is, things always ultimately work out, as they should in the end.  However, in my case (and perhaps yours) not before some self-created struggles.  I had been on a good vibration with the Universe on manifesting this opportunity in Spain.  I intuitively believed that there was to be some chaos involved in accepting this position during the middle of the school year.   So guess what?  That's what I would receive.  "You receive what you believe ladies!"  So, be very careful here.  Get those limiting beliefs out of your head and unearth them from your subconscious as soon as possible.  

I was, indeed: feeling in the driver's seat of my life here in Spain. But, I just was unaware of fears and negative beliefs that remained within me from my past that would attract...guess what?  More of the same.  I hadn't established the clear connection to some hidden sabotaging thoughts, and they would arise and manifest themselves as part of this teaching English experience.  However, I haven't shared this with you to get you down.  

Insert Debbie Downer soundclip here for those reading this offline.  

In fact, it's quite the opposite sisters of the world.  You have just received very empowering information, my manifesting chicas!  It means that you are never a victim idly standing by while watching your life hopelessly take a nosedive.  The reality is that you have created that nosedive with your very own thoughts and beliefs!  The sooner you see and admit that truth to yourself, the sooner the negativity will vanish into thin air.  

So then, I ask you.  What things in your life seem like dive bomb city gals?  Unearth those ugly dogs and get your bark back on sister girls.  That's just what I did, and that's just what happened here.  Might I suggest a reading pause here to blast some Snoop Dogg and get in touch with your inner D-O-double G to really bring this point home?  That's right, I want you to feel this power.    

Insert video of Snoop Dogg - Bow wow wow yippie yo yippy yay here for those of you reading this offline.  

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

Something was different now

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  My unshakeable trust in the Universe would bring me great joy on this day in Spain as I learned to receive the abundance of a smooth first day teaching English abroad.

My first ten days in Spain had already come and gone and were spent with grandiose enjoyment.  Sure, the first ten days required tons of to-do's and daunting checklists to prepare for my new job teaching English on day eleven.  But every single minute of it felt like a gift.  Something was much different now.  When I think about the energy required to exit the U.S.A. versus that required entering into Spain, they seem like comparing night and day in my memory. 

To accomplish my dream of coming to Spain, it required getting clear on what I wanted, believing I could have it with every fabric of my being and then taking massive inspired action (jumping over hurdles that would make Bruce Jenner blush).  All while having a certain unshakeable trust in the success of my mission.  This required belief with all my heart that it was already mine for the taking and visualizing that I was already there enjoying my new adventure abroad. 

Photo by Heinz Kluetmeier

Receiving my desire to come to Spain occurred in record speed, at record speed.  The Universe knows nothing of time, so your manifestations might come faster than you ever initially imagined.  Leaving the country wasn't without its challenges. But, the biggest obstacles would seem to solve themselves quickly and with great ease, as I let the Universe guide me through the "how" of it all and kept focused on believing and trusting in the outcome of the “what”.      

Arriving in Spain also came with its overwhelming moments. There were hurdles to jump as well.  But, I now had a better relationship with my power to create, and the trust would come more naturally here (when I consciously tuned into it).  The Universe gave me what I wanted.  A job in the Barcelona region of Spain starting in January 2016.  I had manifested that position at the end of December 2015.  I managed to align myself with the idea that leaving the country with ten days to do it was indeed a possibility and so it was.  And, here I was.   About to begin my first day of work at the new job I had accepted in Spain.  

Today would require more work on trust.  But, honestly; it didn't feel like work at all.  The feeling of trust on this day came with ease (even though I was entering into an entirely new challenge in my life).  I was beginning a position teaching English as a foreign language. My students would range from executives at the Cava companies to students of all ages at the cultural center.  The small cultural center had lost both English teachers simultaneously in the mid of the year (hence the hasty job opening).  I accepted this position knowing full well what this situation might entail (the possibility of chaos).  Looking back now, I may have gone far as creating an unknown agreement to this idea, but it would not rear itself on this day.  

Today, I had set the intention that all would go smoothly with my first English lessons.  I envisioned my arrival to each of the companies occurring with ease and meeting my students at the cultural center going equally as effortlessly.   My plan was to trust, introduce myself with a get-to-know-you lesson and hope for the best.  And, that's what I received.

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

I love Google Maps in Spain!

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today Google Maps would guide wind me through the streets of my small village leading me past an unexpected Cava museum at Caves Blancher in Sant Sadurni, D'Anoia in Spanish wine country.  

It was now Sunday, my 10th day in Spain.  With tomorrow being my first day of teaching English as a foreign language (ever), I figured a good starter idea might be to learn how to get to the school from my new apartment.  It was already quite clear from the lack of info I'd received about my students that the following day would come with enough surprises.  I felt it best to remove finding the school from that (already intimidating) list immediately.  With that said, I grabbed my keys excitedly to explore my new neighborhood and let Google Maps guide the way!  A quick side note here: Google Maps is just about one of the best things you can have for getting around even the most obscure and tiniest of villages here in Spain.  I absolutely love using Google Maps in Spain!  Don't leave that off your download list if you are taking a whirl over here for an adventure yourself.  

As Google Maps led me up the hill, it would only be one block before I would start winding my way past bodega (winery) after bodega (winery).  I felt my heart flutter a bit as I grabbed my iphone camera to capture everything while I wound through the streets of Sant Sadurni D'Anoia in the Barcelona region of Spain.  I couldn't help notice one of the bodegas being open, and I slipped through the door peeking my head in with exploratory inquisition and behold!  It had its own little museum inside all about cava.  I love unexpected discoveries! I wasn't sure if I should be buying something or if my poking around was accepted here, but I proceeded along with my poking and hoped for the best.  

I wound up having an exciting visual tour in this tiny cava museum at Caves Blancher, but without a guide or the slightest clue how to read Spanish, I'm afraid I can't take you on the full detailed journey of what I'd found there that day.  It was just simply an unexpected adventure on my way to finding the school where I would be teaching English as a foreign language the following day.  I happily enjoyed the spontanetiy of it for that brief moment in time.  I then continued up the hill arriving at my destination after a quick 10 minutes walk from the new apartment.  Not too shabby, I thought!  I decided at that point; I had scored a great living location for getting to work relatively quickly (and easily thank you Universe) now allowing me plenty of time to continue my Sunday exploring.

I had no other specific destination in mind for the remainder of this day, so I shut off my Google Maps for the moment and began walking in the first direction that looked intriguing.  

It would be just a short ways further where I'd come across something interesting enough to stop me in my tracks and park myself at an outdoor table for a cava in the sun.  I had stumbled upon what felt like a private concert sung by a little wine village version of "The Gypsy Kings" made up of a few happy Spaniards enjoying cerveza (beer) and a guitar at the next table.  I soaked in the sun and the music while deciding that there wasn't much point in killing myself with worry about the lack of information I had going into my first day of teaching English the following day.

Caves Blancher is located at Plaça del Pont Romà, 15, 08770 Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Barcelona.  Go ahead and pop in for a spontaneous tour to see the tiny Cava Museum on the weekend!  Be forewarned most smaller Bodega's in town don't speak English but why should they when you are here for the full Spanish experience.  Embrace the unknown my wanderlust sisters!  

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Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

The Barcelona businessman

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today I would learn how to negotiate with savvy for my shared apartment in the Spanish wine country.

It was now Saturday and my 9th Day in Spain.  Today I would meet the Barcelona businessman who would become my "once a month roommate" in the tiny wine village.  When I first heard about this "Barcelona businessman," I couldn't help but conjure up an image of a savvy handsome Spanish man full of charisma and charm.  Well, ladies, this guy was not that!  In fact, turns out he was just about the furthest things from a businessman that I might meet in Spain.  Poor guy did not speak a word of English and was about to be mowed down by a French woman (my boss) and a Jersey girl (me) when it came to negotiating the rules for living in his apartment near the biggest Cava producer in Spain.     

I entered the apartment to see the space and meet the Barcelona businessman that morning.  In my quick research, it seemed feasible to have my own apartment in this village for about 400-450 Euros a month.  I told the universe I wanted an affordable apartment close to work and the train to Barcelona.  I had a mental budget set of about 200 euros for rent on a shared apartment, and that's what I was prepared to negotiate for on this day (the only difference here was that it was not everyday shared, hooray for me).  I came ready to pay a deposit on top of the rent and of course, to have a discussion about the utilities as well. 

With my boss translating (and upping the ante even more than I), we'd get him to give up his bedroom (the master) and turn it over to me.  This agreement left him sleeping on the couch and giving his children the spare bedroom (which contained a twin-sized bunk bed) that he had intended for me (I don't think so.  Ha-ha!  Homie don't play that).  

Insert clip of "Homie, the clown" for those of you reading this offline:

We'd then negotiate that he'd spend one weekend a month in the apartment (with his children) and that he would give me notice upon his arrival.  I must tell you.  Something about that Barcelona businessman gave both my boss and I the heebie geebies. (Pay attention to your instints ladies.  I would have added "no creepers" to my manifesting if I had realized the full power of the law of attraction back then).  However, it would suffice as a starter apartment seeing that I was already firm on not paying for the hostal any longer, and it was time to put my energy toward taking the first steps to some normalcy in Spain. 

The Barcelona businessman and I would wind up with a final verbal agreement of 235 Euros a month, which included my utilities and no deposit.  This part of the negotiation would be due to my boss informing him it was not legal to ask for a deposit if the apartment was not being entirely turned over to the tenant.  To this very day, I'm not sure if there is any truth to this statement, but she had both the businessman and I convinced of it, and that's what matters for this story.   

Strangely, something about this apartment key left the hardware store baffled and unable to create a duplicate in the tiny wine village.  So, I'd take the original set of keys (again the Barcelona businessman was not very savvy, or perhaps he was!) forcing me to meet up with him again in Barcelona to make a spare copy for myself for the apartment.   

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

Pepe, the bank man

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Setting up my new bank account in Spain also landed me the new apartment in Barcelona's wine region that had been setting intentions to find in my small wine village.

It was now day eight in Spain, and I could have never imagined my hero that day would become a bank man named Pepe!  My hostal (hotel) reservation was due to expire yet again, and I admit that I had not been very focused on finding a much needed apartment in Spain.  It was time to set the firm intention that I would not be renewing this hostal reservation into the following week.  

Sure, I had paid more than the cost of a month's rent in one week's time staying at the hostal (hotel).  With that said, it was a rather small price to pay seeing I accepted a job offer in Spain on a random Monday followed by clearing out of the country in record speed (ten days to leave the country and eight days and counting in Spain) without as much as a short-term plan.

I did the best thing I could at this point, and that was setting a firm intention for finding an apartment that very weekend, and that's just what I did!   The unfolding of it all involved the standard toolkit for manifesting great things: getting clear, making a mental deadline and letting Pepe the bank man do the rest.  Ha-ha!  Well, the universe!  In this case, it came in the form of a banker named Pepe.  The secret wouldn't be in the "how" this happened.   It would be clearly defining the "what" (bringing me straight into alignment with the bank man who had the magic plan). 

It went something like this.  My boss had a bank transaction, she went to Pepe and while he was running it through she would make small talk about her new teacher (me) needing a very affordable apartment in the village.  She'd leave, and I'd come to the bank to start a new account and tell Pepe that I was a new teacher in the village and I needed an apartment.  I'd leave, and a newly divorced businessman would come in and inform Pepe he was now living in Barcelona, but he has kept his apartment in the small wine village to visit his children once a month.  Pepe might have then asked him if he was interested in renting out this apartment and I would wind up with a (once a month) roommate that very next day.  Done, done and done!  

Thanks to the help of Pepe, the bank man, I not only had a new Spanish bank account that morning, but I was able to score myself an apartment (in alignment with my set intentions).  Thanks to the help of my boss, I now had my N.I.E., my village residency, my social security number and my new job that would begin just three days after this very day.  My daunting checklist was dwindling down, and now the biggest things on it would be moving into my new apartment the next day (to meet the Barcelona businessman, who would become the source of ridiculous stories in the future) and figuring out how to teach English as a foreign language in the next three days.  

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

On, see the happy moron

Tiny Adventures in Spain: Cheerfully waving my way through the Spanish wine village would wind up having me friends with the whole lot of them by the time I left seven months later. 

It was day seven in Spain, and I must say it had already been quite the adventure!  It was lovely to have had Filip's company (for four of the most recent days) and to have become friendly with some of the villagers already.   I continued to find myself walking up and down the streets and waving to the rest of the unfamiliar faces daily, most of them would eventually turn into friends of mine as well.  I'd spend seven months living in this small village and cheerfully waving my way through it to each and every villager that I passed.  If this makes me a happy moron; then indeed I am!  Ha-ha!  

I came across this quote, and it couldn't have made me laugh more or be more suiting to this experience.

See the happy moron,
He doesn’t give a damn,
I wish I were a moron,
My God! Perhaps I am!

There is something about this fabulous little quote that makes my heart sing.  I had an unabashed happiness come over me in Spain.  After accomplishing what began as merely a dream on a Monday and turning it into my new daily reality by the following Friday (moving to Spain in 10 days), I had a new awakened bohemian spirit burning inside of me.  One that allowed me to spend my days light-hearted and carefree knowing that I had the power of creating all of the best and worst moments ahead.  With this new spirited energy, I was on a mission to fill my days with nothing but the best moments yet!

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  

Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent