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I don’t often move, but when I do, I really move.
If you’re new to reading me, or if, I don’t know, you have a life with your own responsibilities and things to take care of, you might not have known that I called South America home for almost four years. Three of those years were in Argentina.
My time in Argentina ran its course, and for more than a few reasons, I decided it was time to leave (I can cover those reasons in another post). However, I wasn’t ready to move back to the States yet (honestly, I’m not sure when that will happen), so I needed a new place to call home.
There are a few requirements of any new country, but the two main are my ability to remain in the country for the long term (a year or so) without a filing cabinet worth of paperwork, and most importantly, it needs to allow my dog in. My dog, Leela, is a three-legged pit bull mix that I’ve had since she was one (she’s ten now). Unfortunately, many countries around the globe don’t allow pit bulls in.
Countries throughout Europe have bans, as does basically all of the Caribbean, and pockets of South…
