By Far, The Biggest Problem I Have With Life In Spain

The real struggle? Wanting this life to last forever.

Source: A snack at a bar in Valencia, Spain

I will turn 50 in July.

I don’t think I always look 50. I don’t think I always act 50. Only sometimes. And I certainly don’t feel 50 — physically or mentally.

Emotionally — that’s probably another story. I assume that many 50-year-olds who don’t think they look, act, or feel 50 go through similar obsessive thought processes.

Let me break it down within the context of age being one of the — if not the — primary motivators for making the move to Spain.

My wife and I made this move to give ourselves a fighting — maybe even a better chance to live well during the second acts of our lives. As I wrote the other day, this has decreasingly less to do with cost of living and more to do with quality of life —

Every time I step out our front door in Spain, I realize that people who move here — or, at least, the people who repeatedly and redundantly cite why people move here — have it all wrong. They have it backward.

The quality of city life Spain facilitates, and fosters should come at a higher premium than it currently does. If you have ever paid too much to live in a soul-sucking, car-clogged part of the United States…