The Journey Continues… My family and I have packed up the...

The Journey Continues…

 My family and I have packed up the house, rented it, traveled across the Atlantic, and landed in Malága, Spain along the Costa del Sol. Our new home sits 200 feet up from the Mediterranean Sea. So how did we get here exactly?

 The story, believe it or not, begins with a layoff. Mine. I had been working as an illustrator for a film company and the company was shut down overnight. With few job prospects in sight on the east coast where we’d recently settled, I figured it was now or never: time to write that children’s book I’d been wanting to write for a long, long time. It ended up being a wordless book called Journey.

 Then another sudden layoff: my wife’s. And when the prospect of another year of preschool tuition hit our radar, we figured it was time to throw some darts at the proverbial map and pack our bags. After all, I could finish my paintings  (for the final book in the Journey trilogy) from anywhere in the world. What better place than the southern coast of Spain, where the Moorish-influenced architecture could inspire my work and the climate would give us a rest from yet another New England winter.

 So here we are. My packages of art supplies and paper are arriving this evening via courier. My Spanish is absolutely atrocious. But our daughter is a travelling champ and my wife (and her college Spanish) is getting our visa paperwork through the bureaucracy. Stay tuned to see how it all turns out! I’ll be posting regular updates on my paintings and our travels!