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February 2017

A smile and genuine intentions go a long way

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  This day the Universe would guide me along with getting my Número de Identificación de Extranjero (N.I.E.) in Spain, and all I made I provided extra was the smile and the best of my intentions.  

It was day six in Spain and Filip's last day.  We'd wake up early and head back to Vilanova (with my boss) to finalize my N.I.E. meaning Número de Identificación de Extranjero.  The N.I.E. is a Foreigner Identification Number issued by the Administración General del Estado  (General Administration of the State) as an identification number for foreigners.  My N.I.E. number would be essential for every single activity requiring my identity during my time in Spain.  For example, without it, I was unable to sign a lease, a work contract, get a phone plan (that wasn't a pay-as-you-go plan like the one I got with Mr. Mohammed), start a bank account, get internet, etc.  I would need to arrive at my appointment in Vilanova that morning with proof that I had a pre-contract for work.  My boss and I made this official by using her address temporarily with city hall.  I was still living in a hostal awaiting an affordable apartment to appear in my life magically, and it did that coming weekend thanks to Pepe, the bank man (but more on that later).  

I must tell you that I had a tremendous stroke of luck every step of the way during this process (thank you Universe, no accident here ladies).  My boss would be in amazement with how kind and generous the typically cold government workers would act toward me and the rules and requirements that they would "slightly bend" to help this entire process go as smooth as silk for me.  What I mean by "slightly bend" the rules here is that they would kindly make me the extra copies that I should have brought along of certain official documents and I would be sent off with my N.I.E. on the spot (apparently, unheard of and usually requiring an annoying trip back weeks later).  Had that happened, I would not have been able to create a work contract in record speed to start teaching English just a few days later and open a bank account the day following this appointment.  Again, the Universe would guide me along and help fill in the how to wrap up this miracle called "moving to Spain in 10 days" with success and abundance.    

I have learned that a smile along with genuine intentions go a long way no matter where you are on this little planet that we all call home.

With all going smoothly here, Filip and I were able to scurry off back to the wine village and enjoy an excellent Spanish-style lunch at my newest happy place where duck, sea salt, oranges and cava would make me want to dance in the streets.  We'd enjoy a medley of other Spanish Tapas Filip's treat since I made sure we had the hostal extension the night before.  

Cava is what this small wine village was known for producing, and I would soon become one of it's biggest supporters.  If you've never heard of cava, it is fabulous and made using the same process as champagne, but with Spanish grapes instead of the ones from the Champagne region of France.

We'd then grab a few additional snacks to go from my new buddy at the Pakistani shop, along with a couple of brewskis, allowing us to enjoy a final picnic overlooking the Vineyard of the biggest Cava producer in Spain while Filip got ready to board his train back to Barcelona and say goodbye. 

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

What do I look like Christopher Columbo?

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today I would see Barcelona for the first time without any agenda and discover that some of the best days are those without a plan.  

It felt like a very magical time of year to arrive in Spain.  It was now my 5th day, and it would be the official celebration of The Three Kings holiday.  That would mean the small village would be dead as a doornail while all the Spanish families stayed indoors to celebrate the kings and dine together.  

Naturally, Filip and I were excited to do some more exploring being new to Spain and all its wonders.  It seemed like the perfect opportunity to give Barcelona a whirl for our first time, which we hoped would be more lively than the wine village.  (Please note: Spaniards do not mess around when celebrating a holiday.  It's all about the family, so except for the biggest cities, most villages are on complete lockdown on days like this).  

We learned the train schedule, (on holidays they run every hour rather than every half-hour) and we waited for the next train heading out of the wine village and straight into Barcelona.  It would have been the perfect time to catch a quick power nap, but the train ride would be unexpectedly breathtaking seeing it for the first time.  I would learn to enjoy this train ride very much passing through all the sprawling vineyards as we headed out of Spanish wine country and into the big city of Barcelona.  

We chose Plaça de Catalunya as our Barcelona stop.  Placa de Catalunya (or Plaza of Cataluna) would land us right in the center of the city, and it's your best bet for exploring Barcelona without a plan.  I'd find out that some of the most famous streets in Barcelona intersect with this plaza.  Those include Passeig de Gràcia, Rambla de Catalunya, La Rambla or Portal de l'Àngel.   It turns out that on this day without a plan, we would ironically wind up stumbling upon the monument honoring Christopher Columbus (and look what he wound up discovering)!  

Insert "What do I look like Christopher Columbo" clip when Clark gets lost in the hood on National Lampoon's vacation for those of your reading this offline.

It wouldn't take long for us to discover two amazing things that day.  Live street music and the spontaneous meeting of two very spirited Americans named Michael and Jasmine who were also enjoying this lovely street show.  We would wind up zig-zagging our way through La Rambla, finding the port, admiring the statue of Christopher Columbus, stumbling upon an artisan street market and helping ourselves to a bottle of wine and some cheese that we'd enjoy in the streets all while giggling with our new friends Michael and Jasmine.     

Afterward, Filip and I would search out something to eat and settle on a small joint advertising Paella (with wine included) for under 15 Euros.  Sold American!  We happily took it lock, stock and barrel!  We found out that the train back would stop running fairly early, so shortly after enjoying dinner, we'd make our way back to the wine village for a good nights sleep.  We'd be meeting my boss first thing in the morning for that appointment in Vilanova to finish what I started with my NIE application.  

The moral of this post is that sometimes the best days are those when you explore a new city without a plan.  You might not claim a new continent like Christopher Columbus did, but you just might find something else worth writing home about and more importantly meet some new friends along the way!    Filip and I are still in touch with both Michael and Jasmine over one year later.  I have a sneaking suspicion that all of our paths might just cross again.

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 Three Kings village celebration

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  A gathering of the entire Spanish wine village to catch candy from three Kings would be this evening's tiny adventure.

Upon returning from the beach in Vilanova.  Filip and I would be told to prepare to celebrate the Three Kings along with the rest of the village in the town center.  The holiday of the Three Kings was similar to a Spanish Christmas on the 6th of January, and the little village would gather to celebrate it in the streets the evening before.  

Melchor, Gaspar, and Baltasar are the three kings (also known as the three wise men), and they are the bomb diggity on this particular day.  It's a favorite Spanish Christmas tradition amongst the kids.  Santa Claus (or Papa Noel) does not get dissed in Spain; he is still well-known for delivering toys and presents.  However, the real stars in Spain are Los Reyes (The Three Kings) who throw candy to the children from their floats in the streets and (also magically come through the windows during the night to deliver gifts to the house).  The kids write their letters to the three kings letting them know what wonderful gifts they are hoping to receive.  They have the opportunity to deliver those letters officially when they arrive after the parade, or they would have done so earlier in the day to the "royal postmen" who can be found in most town centers.  

Filip and I gathered with the rest of the villagers to welcome these three kings down the streets of the small Spanish village.  We enjoyed a glass of wine in the streets as the floats went by and as the Kings threw candy out for the children to gather.

It was a beautiful celebration!  It's a fun tradition for the children to pick their favorite kings and to become overly excited when their favorites pass in the parade.  Filip and I joined along in the gathering of candy for this sweet young girl that I met while waiting for the festivities to begin.  I also cracked up when I got pegged in the face with a piece of candy while trying to capture the moment on my camera.  

I am told that the legend is the Three Kings arrive by camel late in the evening through the windows, so children will leave bread and water by the windowsill to feed the camels while the Kings work their magic and leave the gifts behind during the night.  Well, I am sure Filip and I just drank like camels that night and then tucked ourselves into bed to rest up for our first exploration of Barcelona the next day. 

Speaking of bed, we wound up extending my reservation at the hostal for another couple of nights because I had not manifested that apartment in the village just yet.   I had my new boss asking around to all the villagers, and my fingers would be tightly crossed anticipating my new home in Spain by weeks end.  

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.  

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Discovering Vilanova i la GeltrĂș

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  What started out as a daunting day full of checklists soon became replaced with the enjoyment of beachfront brewsky in Vilanova i la Geltrú.

We rose up on the morning of day four in Spain like champions but felt a bit groggy.  Filip came along to meet my new boss so that we could begin that daunting checklist I had ahead of me.  We headed out to Vilanova to get my N.I.E. number.  If you’re from another E.U. member state as I was (Ireland, thanks to Grandpa C and my second passport), you don’t need a work visa to work in Spain, but you do need a number de identification de extranjero (N.I.E.) number. To get it, you must go to the local Oficina de Extranjeros (Foreigner’s Office) to fill out an application.  The first step should be to go online and make an appointment.  I heard the waiting period was about 2 – 3 weeks.  However, I must have some serious angels in my life.  We arrived at the office and naturally declined for not having an appointment, BUT miraculously got scheduled the day after the next (because the next day would be a big Spanish holiday called the Three Kings). 

Anyway, since we arrived and then declined for our first appointment,  Filip and I decided to explore what Vilanova is known for, and that's the beach.  We started walking in what seemed like a good direction and started asking people "La Playa," which means the beach and found our way to it eventually.  My boss had to do some Christmas shopping for the Three Kings Holiday (that would be celebrated with a parade that evening and at home the following day for most Spanish families) and this allowed us the magical little timeslot for the beach.  

Vilanova i la Geltrú is a city in the province of Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain and the capital of the Garraf comarca.  Like most beaches cities in Spain, Vilanova was historically known as a fishing village.  Now the population would ring in around 70,000 and is located southwest of Barcelona.  I'd make my way back there again to enjoy the beach view some more, but today we would be making our way to the sand and planting ourselves on it, followed by a beachfront cocktail at SolviHotel.  

Side note: this sand would stay lodged in my backpack for the next month, but worth every second of carelessly frolicking on the Mediterranean for that short while. 

The moral of this post is always be up for an unexpected adventure.  This day began with our mission being a daunting checklist (waaah, waaaah, waaaah waaaaaah) and before I knew it, I was beachfront sucking down a brewsky. Allow yourself simple luxuries daily to remind the universe you are ready to receive it's unbounded abundance.  

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.  

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It was late afternoon, and my first visitor arrived in Spain

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  There was no time like the present to make the best of my third day in Spain with a spontaneous handsome visitor.  

It was late afternoon on day three in Spain, and I would be greeting my first visitor Filip at the train station.  Filip was a very handsome man under that grizzly beard he had grown since I'd seen him last.  Clean shaven, I'd say Filip could easily be the doppelgänger of Guy Pearce.  Or that might have been all that Cava talking?  Ha-ha!  I'm totally kidding, he is very handsome indeed and now a great friend.  It had been years since we met at an art event in Denver (then becoming friends on Facebook).  We never had a chance to get to know each other very well before this visit.  There's no time like starting in Spain then.  So, this day would begin our very first mini-adventure together!

Filip happened to see my Facebook check-in to Spain and spontaneously asked if I wanted a visitor.  I said sure after letting him know that I had no idea where I would find myself living the next evening when my hostal reservation expired and also that I had a ton of things to do to become legal to work/live in Spain.  He agreed to come and make the best of the unknown with me and that's just what we did.  Arrangements were made quickly, as he was only a short flight away in Belgium.   He had been visiting his grandmother there for the past month and excited to get away for a little adventure before heading back to the states. 

I admit that initially, I had mixed emotions about adding a visitor to my hearty list of things to do, but in retrospect, I am glad to have had the company.  It was the 4th of January (Monday), and classes would start on the 11th (the following Monday).  I met Filip at the train station and would walk him back to the hostal to leave his bag and then we'd plant ourselves at an outdoor cafe to get to know each other over some typical Spanish tapas and beer.  It would be my first introduction to some very traditional things in Spain.  The first of them would be a beer mixed with a lemon soda or Fanta (similar to a Shandy).  The way to order it correctly, I would later find out is "Una Clara."  This cafe had it on draft, and it was delicious!  I drank a couple of them to wash down the olives stuffed with anchovies and the tortilla de berenjenas (egg with eggplant or more commonly known as aubergine here).  After a couple of hours of this, we both decided to follow tradition and have ourselves a siesta (nap) before exploring the village that evening.

It would be my first night exploring the wine village with a friend, but we'd have to get up early the next day and meet my boss to begin my task list for work. News flash, it didn't stop us from enjoying the night ahead.  In the evening we found our way to a cozy place that I would wind up revisiting again and again in the village.  I discovered it had been recently taken over by new owners who were cava producers.  Naturally, we would indulge ourselves in several glasses of that cava while trying to communicate with the locals about what we should have to eat (Filip's Spanish was as bad as mine).  

Here, we discovered a few more traditional dishes and seasonal favorites for that time of year.   Patatas bravas (spicy potatoes), chicken cooked on an open fire and the most interesting being the seasonal calgots (which seemed something between a leek and a scallion, but seared and blackened on the open fire and then peeled and eaten).  It's messy, and it's delicious, it's peeled apart and then dipped into a special sauce.  We closed this bar down and headed back to the hostal with a bottle of Cava to go that we scored at the Pakistani shop along with some snacks that would only seem appealing to people who have had way too much to drink.  All in all, I would say the evening was a great success.  

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.  

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Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

I was getting a severe case of deja vu

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Having coffee with my new boss leads to lessons in how small village gossip in Spanish wine country begins.

My third day in Spain, I would meet my new boss.  I was euphoric to meet her because, without that job, I wouldn't have been about to have coffee in Spain.  I will always be most grateful to her for this gift.

She had invited me for a coffee at the cafe where I met Marianna the day earlier.  Upon entering the coffee shop, I was cheerfully greeted by the happy waitresses again (and called "Guapa" as I walked through the front door). Guess what happened next?  I knew exactly what to order!  "Bocadillo de jamon and cafe con leche, por favor."   My new boss was impressed.  "You know Spanish?" she asked.  "Not really," I answered.  "I just learned how to order yesterday with my friend Marianna."  "You have friends in this village?" she asked.  "Well, I do now," I answered.  "I meet Mr. Mohammed and Marianna, and now I know the girls at the coffee shop here and well, you too"!

She seemed extremely uneasy with this information, as though I was telling her a fabrication.  I suppose she had never met anyone like me before who makes friends faster than you could say, Jack Robinson.  I paid little attention to this part and continued to learn about all the things she would expect me not to do in this tiny village.  I certainly wasn't planning on doing anything worthy of village gossip, but I listened carefully and assured her I had the best of intentions here.  

She and I would spend many of the next ten days together as I would accomplish a list somewhat as hearty as the one from my departure.  Without my new boss, I would not have been able to accomplish these things in such a short period.  On the flip side, without me, she would have had no native English teacher and we both wanted to get those classes started by the 11th of January.   

I had another time crunch and just as I was starting to have some fun!  I'd need to focus on getting myself registered in Spain.  That meant with a home address, a social security number, an N.I.E. (Número de Identificación de Extranjero which is a Spanish tax identification number assigned by the Spanish authorities to any foreigner), a Spanish bank account, a new apartment and figure out how to be an English teacher by the following Monday.  Oh, did I mention it was a Monday now with Spanish Christmas falling in the center of the week and everything closed on the weekends?  School would begin that following Monday.  I was getting a severe case of deja vu, but I would not be deterred!    

I digested what would be coming in the week ahead and prepared to meet my visitor from the U.S. coming by way of Belgium later that afternoon.  

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

A mini-tradition and a new friendship born in the blink of an eye

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Being unable to order my breakfast in Spanish lead to a new found friendship and the birth of a mini-tradition in Spain on this day. 

It was now my second day in Spain.  I rose up out of bed with as much zest as the evening prior.  As I headed out the front door I walked by the lovely hostal owner Montse and asked if she had any suggestions on where to eat breakfast. She pointed in the direction that I had been the night prior.  Perfect!  I b-lined for the door to find out what Spaniards put in their belly first thing on a Sunday morning.  

It was a quiet village.  Not too many people on the streets, but there were tables outside of the couple restaurant options.  For no particular reason, I settled on one and strolled inside hoping that I would be able to manage my order in Spanish (or at least successfully point to something delicious on the menu).  There would be just a couple of small obstacles.  My terrible Spanish and there was no menu.  I smiled at the Spanish waitress, and she greeted me cheerfully by calling me Guapa (meaning pretty in Spanish).  

I headed toward the counter and tried to find the right words to ask "What's your favorite?" and I bastardized it every step of the way.  I recall saying things like "Favorito" while pointing to her. "Numero uno" while rubbing my belly and then looking at hers.   She had enough sense to call in some backup assistance for what had turned into an embarrassing solo game of Spanglish charades.  The fantastic spin on my horrible Spanish is that it brought me, Marianna!  As I have been saying all along, there are no accidents, and it would be my terrible Spanish that allowed me to meet Marianna that very morning.  

When Marianna entered the small village cafe, I let her know that I was trying to ask what was good to eat.  She said "oh, bocadillo de jamon" and "cafe con leche."  Done and done!  I'll take it.  I had ordered a ham sandwich and coffee with milk.  I would continue to order this same combo for the next two weeks until I learned how to order something else.  

Marianna was an incredible person with a huge warm heart.  I didn't know much about Spanish culture, but the little I read the night before in my travel guide to Spain said that they are very social people, but it wasn't often that you would get invited home.   According to the book, it should be considered a high honor reserved for close friends and family (entirely false by the way and the perfect example as to why you should always create your experience).  Well, somehow I got put on the bestie list pretty quickly in Spain.  After sharing breakfast together and talking for an hour or so, Marianna was kind enough to show me where the train station was.  I had my first visitor coming the next day by way of Belgium and needed to know where to meet him at the train.  

As we passed by the phone shop, I stopped and enthusiastically stuck my face into the front door and yelled "Hola, Mr. Mohammed".  I pointed to Marianna and told him "This is my friend Marianna.  She is showing me the train."  I said "see you later" and continued with Marianna toward the train.  She stopped and looked at me.  "You know him?  How?  You just arrived here."  "Yes, I came last night Marianna.  He helped me with my phone plan."  

Side photo note: No, that is not my other friend Mr. Mohammed in the background.  It's a random walker. 

When we got back to the top of the village, Marianna turned to me and asked: "Would you like to have a glass of cava in my home?"  Wow, I felt honored.  I thought this invite was for the special peeps.  I quickly answered, yes!  

It was truly a fantastic 2nd day in Spain for me, and it was spent entirely with Marianna, my new friend.  She brought out the cava and even made us a delicious lunch to follow.  We talked for hours on her beautiful garden terrace, and at the end of this day, I knew Marianna would continue to be a special friend in my life.  Most Sundays I would go and meet Marianna at that very spot and have a cafe con leche with a bocadillo de jamon.  Just like that, a mini-tradition and a new friendship were born in the blink of an eye.    

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

My first Spanish cava and tapa still make my mouth water

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  A rumble in my tummy in Spanish wine country leads me straight into tapa ecstasy in my tiny village called Sant Sadurni D'Anoia. 

After leaving Mr. Mohammed's phone shop, I felt a rumble in my tummy.  It was probably just about the perfect time in the evening to enjoy a real Spanish dinner, lucky me!  I'd later find out that Spaniards love their dinner late and on the lighter side (unless it's a holiday), but they go huge on the lunch (hence the need for siesta's).  I continued down what seemed to be the central vein of the village and stumbled upon what would wind up being a dish that still makes my mouth water to this very day.  Yep, it's happening now only at the mere thought of eating it.  I was about to be in for a great treat as I randomly chose the place I would dine for the evening. 

I entered into a very playful decor surrounded by thousands and thousands of cava corks.  Cava is what this small wine village was known for producing, and I would soon become one of it's biggest supporters.  If you've never heard of cava, it is fabulous and made using the same process as champagne, but with Spanish grapes instead of the ones from the Champagne region of France.   As I walked in one of the waiters showed me to a table and handed me a menu in Spanish.  I tried to make sense of it, but I was struggling (what a surprise, being ill prepared to whip up a last-minute Spanish class before this wonderfully spontaneous adventure).  

I knew one thing that would allow me to take charge of this moment and that would be ordering my first Spanish cava in the wine village.  After ordering my cava, the waiter handed me an English menu upon taking mental note of my horrible attempt at the Spanish language.  Let me just get to the glorious chase of what happened next.  I ordered something very simple, yet elegant.  A tapa of sliced duck served with thin slices of orange and sprinkled with a course sea salt bringing a new culinary joy into my life experience.  This dish along with a tall glass of cava would wind up being my continual "go-to" happy place for the rest of my stay in the wine village.  It was now close to 11 pm, and I headed back to the hostal where I would say good night to the friendly owner named Montse and close out my very first evening in Spain with great success.

Taps de Suro is located at Placa Ajuntament, 7, 08770, Sant Sadurni d'Anoia, Carreterra C-243a, +34930070578.  Their hours are from 1pm - 3:30pm for lunch and 8pm - 11pm for dinner.  Closed on Monday.  Order the duck with orange slices and cava.  You're going to thank me for it, I promise!  Image provided by Taps de Suro.  

Hostal Sant Sadurni is located at Sant Antoni, 99, 08770 Sant Sadurni, d'Anoia, Spain.  Image provided by Hostal Sant Sadurni. 

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