My name is Rebecca Lynn Self, and since December 1999 I can put a Ph.D. after that. If you’re Googling, I am not the Rebecca Self who sells real estate in Monterey, the Rebecca Self proclaimed a princess on MySpace, or the Rebecca Self in Alabama who speaks Klingon and has a Starfleet designation.
That last one makes me laugh just a little every time I read it.
I mean no disrespect; Star Trek is great.
Also, despite what you read on the Internet, I have never lived in Spiro, Oklahoma. Never even visited. This *is* me with the giant plate of food at BlogHer a few years ago. It was a meal, though, not just absconding with an obscene amount of snacks. What can I say? Once a grad student, always a grad student. We are forever suckers for free food.
What is XpatAdventures?
This is my personal blog about life as an American expat traveling all over the world, sometimes with an unusually large dog, Mufasa. It started as a way to stay in touch with friends and family when Mufasa and I took to the open road. We’ve been across North America and Europe together, Mufasa and I.
People keep asking questions like, “How did you figure out how to move to Lugano, Switzerland?” and “Where do you find good deals on travel?” “What are your favorite places to visit?” “What was India like?” When thirteen women-friends from around the world gathered in Tuscany last May they asked, ”How did you find this villa?!” All the secret stuff is here. Right now it’s in the form of a personal blog.
What I want you to know is anyone can have this kind of life. It was simple, really. Don’t let thoughts like, “I can’t because I have kids…” or “I don’t have enough money…” or “I don’t have a Ph.D. like you…” stop you.
Whether you’re reading late at night after the kids are tucked in or you’re sitting at your desk planning your next journey, please do drop a line. I’d love to share the ride with you.
Maybe I’m the quintessential Gen-Xer, I don’t know. What I do know is I’m living my own little Eat, Pray, Love every day. It was a tumultuous journey that led yet another mid-thirties American divorcée to live alone in southern Europe.
The road was bumpy but hilarious, and sometimes hysterical not in a funny but more like an uncontrolled crying kind of way. Nothing a side trip to a good Swiss chocolate factory couldn’t cure. 72% bittersweet is my drug of choice.
Anything is possible, and a lot of it happens on a daily basis. Thanks so much for stopping by. Here’s to your adventures!
Oh! And here’s the more standard bio info, if you’re interested.