A different way of life 

There will be no French ciders to drink by the foot of the Andes.

And it won’t be a 60 pound return flight to Sweden.

Or nights at the Royal House of Opera watching Carmen or La Bohème.

There won’t be any Harvey and Nichol sales and Equipment silk shirts to buy.

There will be days when it doesn’t stop raining

and I want to throw my laptop against the wooden walls. 

But there will be days when I pay ten pesos to get the bus to town to buy my vegetables.

Or walk to the lake and watch the mountains for a good couple of hours.