In Raleigh, North Carolina, Krista Wilson, a registered Democrat said “it’s a hard time to be a woman” following the election of Trump, who was convicted on 34 criminal counts in a hush money case, impeached twice and found liable for sexual abuse and defamation in a civil trial. “I don’t feel safe in a country where people would vote for a convicted felon, someone who is unstable, who incites violence and uses fear and racism to motivate voters. I might have to go somewhere else to live a joyful life.”
Joan Arrow, a 29-year-old trans woman who canvassed for Kamala Harris in Arizona wept and was discussing with her husband whether they should leave for Canada. The Land Up North is attracting more interest than ever with its relaxed atmosphere, stunning landscapes and friendly natives. Canada is the 11th most peaceful country in the world; the United States stands at Number 132 and declining. But now let’s discuss the shivering elephant in that room; temperatures in January and February range from 33 to 20 degrees and they’re not much better in December, and we’re just talking about the warmer cities. The ice-cream-man doesn’t jingle through the neighborhood much in Montreal.
Many countries welcome American immigrants with open arms, among them Spain, Portugal, Italy, Greece, France, Monaco, Costa Rica and Panama. “American interest in moving is about to go into overdrive,” testifies Fortune magazine, “and these are the easiest countries to immigrate to.” Panama tops the list of best/cheapest options. The cost of living is under half of what it is in the United States and our Flying Pie in-house expert Laura Benedetti, a native, can tell you all you want to know about the place. In fact, try and stop her.
Americans can work without a visa in dozens of countries, including Australia, New Zealand, the Netherlands, Norway, Germany and Ireland. In addition to Panama, the Philippines, Portugal, Malaysia, Mexico, Thailand and Vietnam all will cost you around $1000 a month in living expenses. Many countries offer excellent health care, infrastructure and amenities at a fraction of the cost in the United States.
Since all this might seem a little daunting to our less-traveled friends who leave all the usual moving details to Two Men and a Truck, The Flying Pie is here with a few words from old friends since Sub Circus days, excursionists who have been there, done that and know the ropes in many lands beyond the Great Ocean. They’ll take you up, they’ll bring you down, they’ll plant your feet back on the ground. Got your pencil? Here we go:
Meet Your Hosts
You remember Daniel Levine, the Circus’ famed salesman extraordinaire, cradle robber and Kawasaki racer. When he grew up, he became a Professor of Art History and was therefore required to visit Italy and see all the good stuff. Signor Levine went for the art but stayed for the food, which he deems “the best in the world.” He would live in Italy if he could and the jury is still out as to whether that’s possible. Meanwhile, he’s sitting at his desk in fetching Savannah, ready to tell you all about the manicotti.
Deb Peterson was a student in Gainesville when the Subterranean Circus opened and she watched as Ishmael deliberately painted his Old English lettering on the front wall:
All love surround you
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
She soon discovered the message originated with The Incredible String Band and decided she had to traipse over to England and meet them, and she did. The story of how that happened is included in her treatise on the UK, which she has visited many times. Deb is smart enough to have figured out a way to reside on the lovely Oregon coast near Yachats so you might want to pay attention to what she says.
Patti Walker, now travelling under the alias Patricia McKennee, was an early and brief Circus employee in 1968, a nice girl corrupted by her stint at the store and relationship with the owner. One day, she just took off and kept on going to New York, then Boston, then Santa Barbara, then Miami, San Francisco, Seattle and finally Sausalito, where she resides today…but who knows for how long? In addition to all these ports of call, Patricia has traveled the globe and is here to tell you primarily about Spain and Portugal. Matter of fact, here she is now.
Welcome To Spain/by Patricia McKennee
Thinking of leaving OrangeLand but not sure where to go? I’ve been to 44 countries and will cast a strong vote for Hermosa Espana (“beautiful Spain” for those who need to brush up.) There are many reasons Spain is the world’s second most-visited country. Though we’re leaving home, we won’t want to give up much, and expat living in Spain offers a unique blend of virtually everything we spoiled North Americans might look for in a new home.
1. Cost of Living. Very affordable. A furnished 2 BR flat in major cities like Barcelona and Valencia ranges from $1200 to $2000 a month. Smaller cities are considerably less, prices depend on location. Looking to buy? A new 2 BR flat in Barcelona or San Sebastian starts around $250,000. Good luck finding a hint of those prices in San Francisco, NYC or Miami.
2. Healthcare. Likely near the top of your concern list, so you’ll be happy to know that Spain offers a top-notch healthcare system. It’s a combination of public and private providers and the WHO ranks it among the best in the world and at a fraction of the cost we pay at home.
3. Climate. If you’re hungry for glorious sun-drenched beaches, there are 300-plus days of sunshine and 5000 miles of coastline. And it needn’t be the beach or the mountains; for those who like to spend time in high places, the awesome Pyrenees in Northern Spain are perfect for winter skiing.
4. Entertainment. These fun-loving people enjoy colorful festivals virtually year-round. There’s music everywhere, especially the unique artistic style of Flamenco, which originated in the Andalusia region but is now almost universal. And the waterfronts at night! The endless entertainment in bars of every persuasion---sipping your favorite cocktail in atmospheric spots frequented by Papa Hemingway himself, or joining the raucous young people as they dance the night away to the newest popular tunes. And how does “No Tipping” sound?
5. Culture. Spain is renowned for amazing art and architecture. I love the Picasso Museum, and Gaudi’s masterpieces are everywhere in Barcelona, so you get two legends in one city. I also loved visiting the fascinating Dali Museum in Figueres (hands down better than the one in St. Pete) where I was happy to climb the statue to “Que besa el cul de la lleona retorna a Girona,” which means kiss the ass of the lioness so I would return to Girona. Madrid is also home to several world-class art museums, including El Prado, where seeing the infamous Hieronymus Bosch masterpiece “The Garden of Earthly Delights” is a special treat. Pamplona, of course, is famous for its Running of the Bulls and many statues of Hemingway.
I have been to Spain three times and spent two months just in Barcelona. I loved living six weeks in the Gothic Quarter, easy walking to all the unique shops, cultural places and fabulous foods---enough for a whole blog by themselves! I always felt right at home wandering the infamous La Rambla an infinite number of times. I’ve also spent time in Madrid, Malaga, Pamplona, San Sebastian, Zaragoza, and no matter where I went, the people were friendly, laid back and charming. And did I mention Spain is #1 on the Nomad Visa Program list? See it for yourself---you’ll love it. Oh, and if you see any American redheads misbehaving in any fountains, come over and introduce yourself. That will be me.
Barcelona |
Portugal/by Patricia McKennee
I have been to Portugal twice and loved it both times. The first visit was a solitary birthday trip in 2013 when I flew to Lisbon after hearing it was much like my San Francisco home. As the kids are prone to say these days, true dat! You might not know this but Portugal constantly ranks among the best places in the world to retire. The November 6, 2024 issue of Travel & Leisure magazine named Lisbon Europe’s #1 Best City Break Destination at the 25th edition of the Star Awards.
Ever heard Old Blue Eyes singing about little cable cars climbing halfway to the stars? Sure you have---and while we all know Frank was singing about San Francisco, he could just have easily meant Lisbon. The city is often called the “European San Francisco.” Both are coastal cities on the far west coast of their countries bound by major oceans with miles of glorious beaches. Built on seven hills with steep, windy streets, iconic yellow trams scooting up and down, Lisbon even has its own Golden Gate Bridge---the 25 de Abril Bridge connecting Lisbon to the municipality of Alameda, which was constructed by the same company which built the the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge.
Though many people enjoy tours, I prefer going it myself. In Lisbon, I hired a friendly young taxi driver named Pedro for a set fee and he was great. He gave me an overall tour of the area so I could get my bearings, then I explored the city on my own for a few days. After that, Pedro took me to the beautiful town of Sintra, a longtime royal sanctuary now a resort city in the foothills of the Sintra Mountains. I roamed through the impressive Moorish-style National Palace with its elaborate tile work throughout and dramatic chimneys you can see for miles. I also visited the equally magnificent 19th-century Pena National Palace on a hilltop not far away. Both places are known for sweeping views from the terraces and almost every room, and the latter is famous for its whimsical design. Like bygone castles everywhere, it was great fun walking through these majestic rooms, thinking what it must have been like to live in them.
My second trip to Portugal was in 2019, when my husband and I made the eleven-hour drive from Barcelona across Spain with wonderful fun, food and culture-filled stops in Zaragoza and Madrid. We culminated in Oporto, which is located along the beautiful Douro River and is Portugal’s second-largest city. It is one of the oldest European centers and its core was proclaimed a World Heritage Site by UNESCO in 1996. There are four more such sites within a two-hour drive of Oporto. We both loved the city and had a great time wandering the waterfront and its charming, not-so-hilly streets.
In Portugal, it’s so easy to find great music and good food everywhere---just round any corner. That said, a word to my Vegan and Health Food friends; while there is an abundance of fresh vegetables and fish, a dried and salted cod called bacalhau is the national dish and regional favorites include rojoes (fried pork meat) and sarrabulho (a pig blood-based dish). I think you get the drift.
The crime rate in Portugal is low and gun violence is unheard of. I always felt safe anywhere in the country, including at night. The Global Peace Index continually ranks Portugal as one of the safest places in the world. Add to that, the infrastructure is equal to or better than anywhere in the U.S. or Canada and the elderly and disabled find amazing discounts in many areas. Healthcare is simply phenomenal and almost everyone speaks English. You can even swap your American driver’s license for a Portuguese one with no test.
Last but not least are the incredibly friendly people. With low cost of living, a temperate climate and many other advantages, it’s no wonder people are flocking to this small but mighty European country? And I’ve not even begun to describe the Algarve…maybe next time!
When The Moon Hits Your Eye Like A Big Pizza Pie, That’s Italia/by Daniel Levine
I love Italy. But Italy, like love, is irrational and emotional.
Italians just know how to live. True, their big cities can be noisy, chaotic and sometimes overrun with tourists, but the country life mostly moves at a glacial pace, and that opinion comes from a resident of sleepy Savannah. Italy is a land of fascinating and often frustrating contradictions. This stems partly from the fact the Republic of Italy is a modern construct (1861) based upon diverse ancient traditions. What is unifying and almost rational is that Italians work to live, not live to work. Even the immaculately dressed Milanese take time from their busy days and nights for a little La dolce vita.
The landscape of the Italian peninsula bears the marks of humanity’s presence like few other places. It has been occupied since prehistory through the Etruscans and Romans to the present. The Italian sensibility has absorbed all of this and distilled into a society that has seen it all, been there-done that, and accepts man’s fleeting place in time. To me it seems to be all summed up in one word—domani. The literal translation means “tomorrow,” but it could also reflect an attitude towards life; nothing is so pressing that we can’t stop for an espresso, aperitivo or vino, depending on the time of day. If you ask a worker when some project might be finished, the response is often “domani”---which only expresses an indeterminate time in the future, maybe never. It’s the American equivalent of “Who knows?”
This doesn’t mean nothing ever gets done. Italians can actually be quite efficient, but everything must operate at its own pace, My first visit to Italy was spent mostly in a hill town on the Tuscany/Umbria border. At first, I didn’t understand how anything could be accomplished in the narrow, twisting, slippery cobblestone corridors which pass for streets. Gradually, I came to realize as I watched the public squares fill with the twice-weekly Mercato that these people were not only surviving but flourishing in an environment created between the fifth and thirteenth centuries for oxcarts, not SUVs. And the variety and freshness of the goods being sold far surpassed that (with a few major city exceptions) which can be found in the U.S. They had all types of vegetables, fresh herbs, endless varieties of cheese, salami, breads, olives and olive oil, along with live chickens, rabbits, fish and dry goods. This all manifested in the morning and was gone, streets swept and washed by early afternoon. I went wondering what’s wrong with these people to why don’t we do that?
The markets were not only the source of abundant and healthy foods, but everything tasted better. I can’t remember the number of times I thought something like, oh, so that’s what tomatoes taste like or I thought I didn’t care for pesto. I’ve never been a big meat eater, but in Italy I changed my ways. Italian cuisine might be the world’s greatest, in my opinion. At it’s best, it’s simple, yet elegant and above all, fresh. I remember once arriving late one evening at a friend’s place and her preparing me a late snack, then apologizing for not having fresh mozzarella, not that I’d notice. Next morning, when we got the fresh stuff I was astonished how much better it was. You want fresh? Hell, the buffalo were grazing in the field next door.
Eating food in Italy is not something you do between visits to the gym or the mall. Supper involves sharing the pleasures of good food, good wine and good company. No one turns on a television or computer and there is no rush to get on to the next item on your agenda. Domani. And since I mentioned it, the wine is wonderful. To me, the wines are like the food, earthy and honest and you can buy a liter of eminently drinkable wine for the price of a can of Coke. Drink what the locals are drinking. It has been cultivated for centuries to pair with the food of the region.
Italy’s charms, however, are far from being limited to the gastronomic. Being a long and narrow country, the Italian landscape changes dramatically along its lengthy coastline with endless beaches. Villages perch on cliffs like the famous Cinque Terre. There are rolling hills, and dramatic mountain ranges like the Dolomites or the Alps in Tyrol. As lovely as the landscapes are, many are drawn there by the country’s rich history. If you like ancient Greek culture, some of the best preserved Greek artifacts come form Italy…such as the Temple complex at Paestum. Like Roman culture? Paestum is close to that great time capsule into the Roman past---Pompeii. And, of course, Rome is at the heart of the living museum of itself. Everywhere you go, there are souvenirs of the past. I have stayed in ruins which I later learned were at the site where Julius Caesar was murdered. History is alive in the Colosseum, the Pantheon, the glitz of the Vatican, the countless baroque churches designed to combat the austerity of Protestantism with lavish displays of Catholic wealth and power. The Renaissance can still be seen and imagined in Florence. There is an impossible serene city in the sea called Venice.
The Italians have given us urban planning, concrete, mind-numbing bureaucracy, pizza, Dante, Leonardo, the Mafia, Michelangelo, Caravaggio, Fellini, Mussolini, Sophia Loren, Fiat, Ferrari and Ducati. Y’gotta take the bitter with the sweet, right? I love Italy, with all its raw beauty, great people, boundless spirit and endless history. I even love Italy with all its flaws, irrationalities and inconsistencies. Maybe, on second thought, it’s because of them.
(L-R) Susan Gage, Deb Peterson, Robin & Bina Williamson |
There’ll Always Be An England/by Deb Peterson
Despite loving virtually all of the many places I’ve visited, if I had to relocate it would no doubt be to the UK…specifically England and the border cities of Cardiff, Wales and Edinburgh, Scotland. The first time I was there in 1971, it just felt like home. The fact that English is the native language is a bonus, of course, but many of the things I love most originated there…especially the music.
England is very compact compared to the United States. The cities are easy to navigate and very walkable, with so much to see and experience along the way. Train travel is excellent and will take you anywhere you care to go in 1-5 hours. It does tend to rain a lot but living in Oregon has taught me to better cope with that. On rainy days, there are excellent museums and galleries to inspect, especially in London, and admission is free. There are also tons of shops and cafes to enjoy. One of the best things about food in England is that it has no GMOs. Also, it has in recent years morphed from “that awful English food” to food that can please almost any palate.
In London, the outdoor markets are perfect for sunny days, offering fresh produce, various food vendors, antiques, clothing, etc. Two of my favorites, the Portobello and Camden markets are enormous, and sections of both of them are open on weekdays. From Paddington Station, it’s just a 45-minute walk along the canal paths to either Portobello or Camden, though in opposite directions.
Being a Beatles enthusiast from age 13, I especially enjoyed Liverpool. It’s come a long way since the Beatles heyday and evolved into a pleasant city. Naturally, there are small private tours of all things Beatle, from visiting the famous Cavern Club on Matthew Street to the childhood homes of the individual band members. You can even spend a little time in the former homes of John and Paul. It’s a treat to be in the rooms where they first wrote songs and played guitars together.
I also enjoyed my time in Cardiff, Wales, just across the river from England. My first time there was particularly interesting as I somehow almost immediately met three people (the only three I spoke to while asking directions) who happened to be neighbors of Robin Williamson of the Incredible String Band. I knew of their music from first reading a verse from one of their songs on the facade of the Subterranean Circus in the late 1960s. It was a serendipitous encounter which led to meeting Robin and his wife Bina and later attending many of their concerts and Robin’s Bardic Workshops at Hazelwood House in Devon.
Doubtless, I could go on forever about my love for England and the UK, but then this blog would never end. Suffice to say, I’m sure that I’d never tire of the country or its people. It’s a very beautiful place, full of great art, architecture, history, literature and, of course, music. Run, don’t walk, if you get a chance to go there. And if you decide to stay…well, I’ll see you soon.
That’s all, folks….