Bob, Lambada: Am I missing something here? I assumed I was the one he was referring to.
you may have to share with priests and dont touch the pomegranites
UP THE BRITSjrhartley, matilda & I are all Brits so some of our language might not be comprehensible .
Not swift: What about the women?
Bob, Lambada: Am I missing something here? I assumed I was the one he was referring to.
Brown envelope....?
Many of you seem very nice, and intent on helping. I appreciate that. Why has this thread degenerated to the point where one is called an idiot for no apparent reason? I just wanted to know why so many people made the choice they did with regard to relocation. Didn't mean to start an international incident...
and have swallowed too much salt water, and live either too far away from or too close to one another, and use this board as a way to talk to one another-- you guys who come in are just doing guest appearances in on ongoing vaudeville routine......
and of course now you know that it wasn't about you at all -- and that the folks here are actually tremendously helpful... and - yes, it is a complete and utter change from the US. Far more of a change than you will get in Canada or France, I can guarantee that.
We will see you soon, i assume.
So... am I to understand that the DR is the...er...White Castle of expatriate havens? Keiser's comments smack of the same preoccupation with material things that I am finding increasingly repellent. I have had quite a bit of high end material things in my life for quite some time. Sports cars, expensive cameras and furniture, expensive suits, and many other things. I left my profession, which garnered a more than respectable income, because it was making me miserable. I have degrees in economics and statistics; I detest numbers crunching. But alasm those are things that I knew would secure me lucrative employment.
As corny as it may sound, I understand very well that material things alone do not make me happy. Buying stuff, and more expensive stuff, can easily become a balm against the wound to one's soul, inflicted by the rampant consumerism necessary for a purely capitalistic society. Give me a good, solid, safe, modest home, space for a dark room and a studio, food, wine and a good cadre of friends, and everything else need not be fancy at all.
I think it very sad that such ideas about why people choose the DR are based on monetary measures of success. The very thing I desperately want to escape.
I taught 6th grade in the city. Without a gun.