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How I Spent a Weekend in Pisa - A Well Deserved Break from Brindisi and Puglia

6/16/2025

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Here's an excerpt, a preview of one chapter from my newest book, Brindisi and Me: What I Learned from Two Years Living in Southern Italy.

The book is being released on June 30th, after 4.5 years of being worked on. Truly, I started this memoir back in October of 2020. It's a relief to finally complete this work and share it with readers everywhere. 

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The grind of the school year for teachers and the routine many follow make it a challenge to be out and about when the weekends come. More often than not, one of those weekend days is the time to recharge after a busy week, dealing with the ups and downs of school, and the joys and challenges that come from working with children. Some educators can overcome this and can be out and about on a school night. This might mean going to the movies, having dinner, or simply working out at the gym. Younger teachers will often attempt to burn the candle at both ends, going out dancing during the wee hours of the morning and then fighting the good fight during the school day.
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One of the challenges of being in Brindisi or Italy and Europe, in general, is that much of the nightlife and activities don’t get going until later in the night. If you are a morning person, it can be challenging to adopt nocturnal habits after dealing with an entire school day.

Full disclosure: I am not the best person to advise on what to do at night in Brindisi. I’m not the right person to talk about which restaurants, bars, and dance venues are the ideal places to visit. While those are critical cultural spots to make connections within the local community, it’s not what my journey was focused on. 

Having shared this, my weekends would have been more adventurous, especially with exploring the Pugliese countryside, had I visited Lecce and the nearby masserias, olive groves, and wine vineyards during my first year, rather than my second. We all made choices, and I was focused on staying in, paying off debts, and exploring everything within walking distance or that I could visit on my bike.

Interestingly enough, I use my aunt in Washington, DC, as a perfect example. She has been in the DC area since the late 1960s. In comparison, she is familiar with many cool locations and places to visit. She would be hard-pressed to tell you the last time she went into the Capital or frequented a museum or a particular restaurant that wasn’t a few miles from her home.

More often than not, when you live in a place for an extended period, initially, it’s pretty standard for people to explore and try all the new things they can find. Then, as the years progress, once they are settled in place, routines are set. People would rather do what makes them feel secure as opposed to going to a dance club in DuPont Circle. If you have visited the Naval Academy twenty times, why do you have to go a twenty-first time? The same applies to various monuments and locations. I think this happens frequently. It’s only the new people who see more of the surrounding area, while those who have grown up in the region are set in their ways. 

Perhaps I’m wrong, but that’s just been my observation. With that in mind, my familiarity was with the side streets and venues within Casale, rather than the city center of Brindisi. It wasn’t until two years ago that I was able to truly explore the old city and gain a deeper appreciation for Brindisi, which continues to grow on me. The same is true with Bari, Lecce, Ostuni, and other notable spots that are a short train ride away.

I intended to see so much more of Italy when I moved there. I wanted to visit San Marino, Trieste, and Venice, among other spots. There was that urge to play the role of a proper tourist, and yet I was not a tourist but a physical resident in Puglia. 

To that end, my school vacations were spent traveling abroad. I wasn’t as interested as other teachers were in exploring different parts of this beautiful nation. Frankly, I wanted to take a break from hearing Italian and from the trash. I tried to get a glimpse of Poland, England, and Serbia. And even when I visited those places, I wasn’t going to the hotspots. Suppose you ask Americans today where Serbia is, good luck in getting the correct answer. When I visited England, I didn’t go to London; I went to Southport. This is a small seaside community north of Liverpool that boasts the largest pier in Europe and is known for being the city that influenced Napoleon III in planting all those trees along the Champs-Élysées. A similar story with Poland took me to Gdansk and Sopot, where I wanted to experience the rich history of the area and visit the largest wooden wharf in Central Europe.

This doesn’t mean that I didn’t feel drawn to visit Tuscany, especially places like Siena and Florence, or to explore Verona or the mountains. I find that you don’t necessarily want to see the areas set up for tourists. They treat you differently, and that’s a fact.

When I finally left Brindisi and stayed in Italy, it was for a weekend trip to Pisa. I was going there for a conference that was supposed to last the weekend, and I figured I’d be able to walk the streets, get a feel for another region, and perhaps even see some green. If there’s one thing that I missed from living on the heel of the boot, it was the lack of lush green grass and sharp, beautiful, methodical mountains.

 Brindisi at times has an oasis feel, and yet it also evokes those desolate, desert climate and terrain vibes. That in itself was odd because when precipitation would come and nourish the ground, it felt less like the blowing sands of the Sahara and more like a tropical destination. Yet after my first shift in seasons from fall to winter to spring, the change in scenery, especially in Pisa, was therapeutic.

Brindisi to Pisa is a short flight. It was around ninety minutes at best. I was able to get into the Galileo Galilei Airport, also known as Pisa International, if you’re not interested in a bit of history. Out of Brindisi, I believe this was a 4:30 flight, so I was on the ground roaming the streets shortly after six in the early evening. Ready to explore one of the most significant tourist areas in all of Italy and a mainstay for photographers, I did my best to visit this historical city in Tuscany, home to Galileo, by doing what all Italians do: walking the streets.
I looked at Google Maps and even printed off a sheet giving me directions to my hotel, which was three miles from the airport. I knew the general vicinity and that my room was on the backside of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Even if I got lost, I could go to the tower and head directly west towards the water. In between those two spots, the hotel would be waiting. 

If you want to get to know a place and get a feel for any location, get lost. Seriously, lose your cell phone and any maps or directions that you have, and just will yourself to wherever you need to be or want to visit. While I wish this were my plan, it was also out of necessity, as there was a similar lack of road signage, just like in Brindisi. Once I crossed over the Arno River, I meandered toward the northwest.  

Let me tell you what I discovered: a meaningful walk along the majestic Arno, which served as the divider between the part of Pisa closer to the airport and the other half that led to famous monuments, churches, and my favorite landmark, the horse track. Strolling through a city park that lined the river, I stumbled across a statue of Galileo Galilei with his finger out, pointing towards the stars.

I had no idea that Galileo was from Pisa, to begin with, nor did I expect to stumble across this famous person in history. Mesmerized by that fact and by the gardens that were springing up along the river with fresh flowers and buds, it was a wonderful moment. Springtime in early May is an ideal time to visit. You get off-season rates but with fewer people and bearable weather. As I relished in the scent of flowers, I knew the trains went north of my location and were parallel to the tower and my hotel. Wanting to be different, I avoided the popular roads with the occasional sign directing me to the Tower of Pisa. 

Instead, I went underneath a tunnel and back onto a main thoroughfare where I could take in the mom-and-pop restaurants and stores. This wasn’t like when you do a search on Google Maps and type in “restaurants,” and they say “Italian restaurant” or “Chinese restaurant.” These were places that you had to zoom into the actual city streets for them to list the name.

They were also restaurants and venues that followed the siesta schedule and embraced later hours. This doesn’t mean those visiting Pisa wouldn’t stumble across these hidden gems. Still, you are in for a different experience several blocks away from the horde of tourists fighting to get to McDonald’s next to the famous tower. 

Shortly after passing a small bistro, I contemplated how close it was to my hotel and whether it would make sense to stop by and grab a bite to eat. Admittedly so, it was getting close to seven, and I wanted to check into the hotel and get settled first. The meandering continued until I found myself on Route 551. 

I did a double-take, crossing the street to make sure that the aggressive drivers couldn’t calculate how many points one could get for hitting an American. With the traffic beside me, I took in the smells and the sounds, and smiled when that open field came into view. There was the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and from a vantage point I never considered. There she stood, the backside of the tower, from a perspective of an undeveloped grassy knoll with the surrounding churches standing guard.

To be frank, I was dumbfounded. Why had they never developed this area? I wasn’t complaining either. If anything, I was relieved they hadn’t because shortly thereafter, on the left as I cut through and around some bushes, I arrived at Allegroitalia Pisa Tower Plaza, a five-star hotel and resort that had an awesomely inexpensive rate because it wasn’t in season.

Sure, the pool wasn’t open, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t getting the same caliber of room and the same quality of treatment that people would otherwise receive in June, July, and August. Having said that, if you want to visit Pisa, I suggest you visit in early May. The weather is warm but comfortable, and the monument area, if that’s what you’re drawn to, is a short walk from the train station. You can stay in Pisa for a day or use it as a central location to explore other parts of Tuscany without any drama.

You’re still gonna get some people, but it’s not the massive crowds that you would expect during the summer months. And for the more adventurous, you could get off the beaten path literally and follow the horse path that I found on Viale delle Casine. This was the street off my hotel, which I found to be the most enjoyable part of my entire trip, and hands down my favorite part of Italy until I visited a masseria.

Let me paint you a picture of the beauty, the natural beauty that I did not expect to see in this area. Looking to the right of my hotel, a short ten to fifteen-minute walk under the train tracks would lead you into the tourist mecca with prices to match. You can buy your Pisa hat, postcards, a shot glass, and a t-shirt. More importantly, you can get that elusive selfie pushing or kicking over the tower. If you want to experience more culture, you can walk around the other structures and see the impressive churches that surround the tower.

Perhaps you won’t fall victim and go to McDonald’s or any restaurant within a four-hundred-meter radius of this tourist hub. Instead, you might just find yourself on one of the many side streets, around the lush and serene city parks with vintage cafés and small shops with character. If you’re like me and just want to avoid people, you wouldn’t dare walk towards the tower in the daylight hours. Truly, if you want to get the place to yourself, seven in the morning is ideal for this traveler. Some eager tourists shared the space, but it was doable and not overwhelming. When the tourist bus arrives, you can be long gone, enjoying nature or the sea. 

I don’t think many people realize this, but Pisa is right on the water. If you look at a map, it’s clear, but for some reason, I overlooked this fact. It wasn't until we were descending to the airport that it clicked that this city was nestled along the Mediterranean. My hotel was situated in a truly special spot. Instead of going right to the tourists on their Italy tours, I went left and walked along vast fields, horse trails, and a beautiful forest.  

The mountains loomed in the distance. Their sharpness reminded me of Mount Chocorua and Cathedral Ledge in my native New Hampshire. The vast fields that lay out in front of the mountains were a green reminder of the Mount Washington Valley and North Conway. Without realizing it, I had stumbled upon an area that was a picture-perfect replica of my home region.

The fields with their crops and tall grass sang to me. Like on the Arno River, there were beautiful and vibrant flowers littered around small villas and homes along this horse-trodden path. It was as though we were back in time, seeing these stucco-covered homes, and yet the distant sound of the train served as a reminder that we weren’t in the middle of nowhere.

I continued on this horse path until I came to a large gate of what appeared to be a nature preserve, lined with trees that I knew would lead to the sea. If I’d been in Pisa for more than a weekend, there’s no doubt the sea was the next progression in this journey. And yet, I was content in that moment to turn around and walk back in the light rain. 

The most memorable aspect of the return trip was recognizing the horse training grounds. This was where many boarded and trained their steeds. With my parents dabbling with horse racing in the 1990s, this was another wink to my past and brought a smile to my face.
I saw a restaurant at the stables' entrance and wondered whether it was worth the effort and time to explore. From the outside, it didn’t look special. It was meant for the people who trained the horses, who needed a warm meal and convenience. This was not a tourist hot spot, let alone a place for people coming in off the street. 

And yet, here I found Ristorante Le Scuderie. This was a no-frills, working man’s place with wooden tables, some benches, and chairs. It was the perfect venue for people trekking in mud or dirt.

I sat down at a table near a window and looked at the people who were there before their siesta break. There was no fine china. For that matter, my menu was nothing complicated, with only a few items to choose from. This was a place where you get a home-cooked meal, and that’s precisely what I did. I ordered clams with linguine, perfectly balanced with olive oil, basil, and oregano. I paired it with an old-school Coca-Cola and enjoyed every single bite.

Watching the rain fall and hearing the melody of grown men conversing about their day, I imagined working with the horses and how they would be there, heading back to the stables or perhaps home after their meal. I imagined their conversations leaning towards family or soccer as well. I could only understand a few words here and there, but it was nice because I felt like I was with my people, and yet I was able to enjoy this meal in this moment by myself.

Like the countryside right out the door, the meal reminded me of growing up on the Seacoast and of our dear family friend, Miss Angie, who always cooked the best Italian meals. As with the calzone that melted my taste buds and my heart, on my first few days in Italy, this meal in Pisa renewed my soul. You might think I’m exaggerating, but this weekend rejuvenated me after a long winter season. 

Just getting out of Brindisi and seeing another part of the Italian countryside, another city, was soothing. I didn’t feel like a tourist, but like a fellow countryman, save one who couldn’t speak the language well. This was also true the night before, when I ate at the hotel by myself because I had gone to eat at seven thirty. No other customers appeared until well after eight thirty. By then, I was on my liquor dessert, ready to call it a night. 

At the hotel, I got my first taste of being wined and dined in Italy in a well-to-do manner. I even came down dressed up, wearing the remnants of my school outfit, which was a collared shirt and dress pants.

Avoiding their cocktail bar, I asked to be seated, and so they put me at a table for two in front of this magnificent window, which spanned the entire room and looked out onto the back of the Tower of Pisa. It was the exact picture I had when I had come in off the road only an hour earlier. Wanting to indulge, I ordered various things I had never tried before. The one course that stood out was the Chianti beef. It was unbelievable and one of the best meals I’ve had, considering the flavor and the overall taste of the meat itself.

If I hadn’t enjoyed my simple homey clams with linguine the next day, I would say that the Chianti beef was my favorite meal of the trip. Still, the fact that my lunch at the horse racing restaurant brought me back to the memory of my youth and a time of innocence was too hard to beat.

My third meal may sound like a disappointment, but when I walked off to see the tower, I noticed a Chinese restaurant near the campground. It was a bit farther down. For some reason, I always enjoy trying Chinese food in different countries. When I was visiting my parents in Panama, one of my last meals there was at a Chinese restaurant in David. 

I like going to Chinese restaurants for two reasons. For one, you get a good amount of food for the price, and there are usually many options to choose from. In Italy, restaurant bills add up quickly. Whether I was playing tourist or not, I needed to compromise on what I was willing to pay. The previous night’s meal cost seventy euros, while my wonderful lunch cost ten euros. I didn’t want to break the bank, so the Chinese buffet for another ten was a solid play. 

On a different trip, I found a quaint Chinese place outside the Vatican. Only a short walk from my boutique hotel, it was equally convenient. With the hours of service time varying so much, I wanted convenience. After walking the streets for twenty minutes and ignoring the multitude of pizzerias, with no desire to eat Italian, this small, mom-and-pop Chinese restaurant, which seated at most twenty-five people, was a good call.

This place was cool for several reasons. Aside from having the place to myself, they made good dumplings. I enjoyed them so much that the owner brought me extra dumplings to sample. I thought she was bringing me another order of the same dumplings I ordered, but this was their vegetarian option. While they weren’t as good, they were decent and free — two positives when one is traveling. As for the service, they were attentive and eager to check on me, which was a nice change from dining out in other Italian establishments where the staff do their best to ignore you for as long as possible. 

In Pisa and Rome, I had good luck with Chinese. While that’s not the purpose of this chapter, I will say that if you like people-watching, aside from the Vatican, this is where you'll find more locals eating. Consider the cost, functionality, and a night out that suits everyone. At the Pisa place, it was just me and a bunch of families.

I think it’s essential to emphasize how food truly drives everything. As travelers, of course, we all want to taste the local cuisine, but there are always so many options, and I know for myself that to truly get a taste for the area you’re in, you need to step outside and be willing to go in a different direction.

The weekend trip to Pisa felt like a trip back home. Even though I felt like I returned to New Hampshire, I equally longed for Brindisi. By Sunday morning, I was ready to go back to my apartment in Materdomini and sleep in my bed again. I secretly prayed that my neighbors and their children were not home and that the werewolves that lived above me had disappeared. Regardless of those wishes, I was ready to return to my new stomping ground. Even though I already dreaded leaving the green of Tuscany, I felt pulled and eager to see the Adriatic and the olive trees. 

Still, in Pisa, what I remembered the most was how clean everything was. It was such a contrast to Brindisi. Yet, in a way, the city, even with its beauty, felt like a hospital room. Be careful to touch anything; don’t mess things up. In Brindisi, it was okay to touch, smell, and embrace.

Leaving my hotel, I walked back to the airport but this time through the center of Pisa, around the monuments, and then down well-worn cobblestoned streets. The air was fresh, and the cooing birds and the vibrant colors of all the flowers put me at ease. Yet as I walked back to the airport, I couldn’t help but think that as much as I felt a kinship with Pisa and the surrounding area, so much so that I was recentered at my core, I felt like the area didn’t speak to my soul the way that Puglia did and continued to do upon my return. 

I will admit that at the airport, when I saw several people in line waiting to board our flight a whopping eighty minutes early, unlike my first flight to Brindisi, where I was annoyed and dumbfounded, on this occasion, I just had to laugh. The ever-growing line, with little space between people, marked the transitional point from Tuscany to the southern part of Italy. While I wasn’t that eager to get back, I can understand why they wanted to be the first in line, ready to board that plane and return to where the spirit of Italy spoke to them the most.  

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If you liked what you read, check out the entire book when it comes out June 30th in paperback or digital form. Or better yet, preorder a copy with the link below.

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How I Plan to Spend More Summer Vacation

6/7/2025

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The traditional school year for many has come to an end, or is in the process of winding down over the next few weeks. I’m a bit jealous of my colleagues who are already on vacation, recovering from the roller coaster that is teaching. As for me, I’m counting down the last few days and preparing for the journey home to the USA for a round of summer school fun. That’s right, I’m one of those gluttons who can’t get enough of school, or simply want a change of scenery, and summer school affords me that opportunity. Let’s just say it’s a bit of both in that regard.

To that end, I don’t know what will come from this summer experience. Last summer, I spent three and a half weeks in Europe, visiting numerous towns and cities in Poland, holidaying in Albania, and concluding my trip on the Irish Sea. That was a whirlwind experience, filled with many fun moments and a lot of filming. Reflecting, I should have said from mid-June to early August, I was off and about until I hopped my plane to Morocco. I forgot about exploring old haunts in Maryland and Virginia, and then going to Arizona for several days as well. 

This summer will be different, but I hope to get some travel in, even if it’s an afternoon trip here and there in western New Hampshire. There will be no trips into Canada, or long drives to Eastport, Lubec, or Pittsburg, but I plan to find a few places worth showing you off the beaten path if time permits. Vlogging will be hit or miss, but it should be a marked improvement with more content, assuming the internet connection at school is fast enough to upload ten to twenty-minute-long videos in a timely manner.

Even now, as I type this, I am supposed to be in Toulouse filming. Still, a stupid broken rib and the fallout, pun intended, from that untimely rollerblading accident have hampered any last-minute trips I had planned. I believe my camera is in mourning at present from a lack of attention. We should take a moment of silence as the travel channel awaits new content, but alas, it will come eventually. 

As for my writing, I’m around 53,000 words into the Polish memoir. My goal is to complete my latest chapter on Opole, and then we will call it a day for the summer months. This doesn’t mean I couldn’t write during the warmer months, but aside from Going Home and My Shenandoah Love, it’s been rare over these last twenty years for me to write anything new during this season. 
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Instead, we will shift back to Brindisi and Me, and that release. Stay tuned, as I hope to release the book before my birthday, if time permits. In the meantime, enjoy this summer season, and if you have any good dad jokes you want to share, please send them my way for inspiration.

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Camino de Tarifa

5/17/2025

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As I stretch out across the couch with the late afternoon sun baking the apartment walls and to the hum of intermittent construction noises in Tanger, I reflect on how every book writing process differs. I should be working on my latest piece, a collection of travel essays from when I explored Poland. 

The topic itself is intriguing and fun to revisit. With twenty-something trips during the school year, I explored everywhere I could in that country. Still, as I put those memories to words, it's slower than I expected without the vlogs to drum up every detail. I fixate on street names when it’s unimportant or focus on random side stories that fellow travelers aren’t going to relate to, and yet that’s okay. 

At this stage of my writing career, the fun is simply creating. I’m 36,000 words in, and that’s a nice amount. While I hoped to be at 40k by the end of the weekend, a rib injury is also draining me of creative energy and the urge to write. I am remiss of that fact, but then again, we have to pace ourselves. 
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With Emotional Spending out, I have been able to focus on other projects, which has been nice. Brindisi and Me, the project of projects, is finally at a point where another read-through will be enough, and then that memoir on time living in Italy will be complete. Here’s the working book description.

Sent to southern Italy to live and teach for two years, this book focuses on Jonathan’s time spent in Brindisi and Puglia. Growing up in New Hampshire, Jonathan had enough preconceived notions to make even him blush upon arrival. While culture shock certainly took over, Jonathan found a connection to the area, the people, and the energy that permeates this part of Italy. Years later, he looks back fondly on his time spent teaching at a small international school, while navigating the ups and downs of being an expat in an area where few spoke English. Culturally, the area is not user-friendly for introverted people, and this was one of the many challenges Jonathan faced head-on.

Serving as part memoir and travel blog, Jonathan reflects on the early stages of navigating the visa process, from first impressions upon flying over the Atlantic to getting acclimated to apartment living, cats, dogs, and siesta times. He delves into the refugee situation, the concept of the good life, and where to find the best, ideal holiday retreats, among other topics. 

This book is intended for expats or those considering a move to Italy, particularly those interested in international school teaching and what to expect, not only in Brindisi, but also in other countries where life differs from our hamlets in the United States.  

In the weeks ahead, as the school year ends, I hope to have another update. Who knows, maybe I can get to 50,000 words next month for the Poland book and give you a timeline for when Brindisi will be ready for your eyes to enjoy. 

In the meantime, here’s my vlog from Tarifa, where I announced the release of Emotional Spending. Even if you don’t feel pulled to the book, the hike has some great views and some ice cream to die for. Till next time.

​JFK




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How I Overcame Emotional Spending to Become Debt Free

4/23/2025

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The new book on my financial journey is out. The joys of publishing a new book means getting the links correct and making sure that the digital and print versions are ready to go. With that noted, they should be at this point. Fingers crossed.

I thought it would be nice to include a preview chapter for those inclined to the topic. Here's the introduction from Emotional Spending - My story to a debt free life. ​
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                            Introduction
Many people struggle to overcome debt. More often than not, debt is not only a symptom of a problem more prominent than a financial one, but a more significant issue. Until you can look closer at what got you into this mess, the life you imagined for yourself and your loved ones is a glimmer of the dreams you once shared. 

In this book, I want to direct the conversation mainly to my fellow Millennials and Generation X, those children of the 70s, 80s, and early 90s who were left to their own devices as our parents worked during the day and often would be out and about several nights a week for their entertainment. We have a common understanding and a shared perspective, and those experiences are what I draw from.

Growing up in an affluent community, I experienced it firsthand. In my case, I was always more focused on living the life I had when I was a child. I wanted the same type of house, a similar neighborhood and area, with dinners out and vacations to Florida, Martha’s Vineyard, and overseas. Cars were never my thing, but they would be part of the package, including a cottage on a lake; you name it, and this was part of the plan. 

Many of us want, at the very least, what we had when we were younger, if it was a good upbringing. For those of us who didn’t have these things, we consumed enough media from movies and music to aspire to be that generation of people who deserve a particular life, and in many ways, without the amount of effort needed to reach that means.

However, our parents afforded this lifestyle, the reality of our formative years left us unaware of the actual cost. Once you are on your own and reality hits, the actual cost of owning and maintaining that lifestyle comes to the front. 


Early in my twenties, I learned I could live a moderate lifestyle and maintain some of these wants, but having them all without assistance was impossible. There was always the mindset that my ship would come in. I was told that the universe would provide the difference if you bought more of one thing. There was never a time that I doubted that money would take care of itself.


I don't know if that’s the delusion of youth, but the audacity to believe that my screenplays or books would do the trick, with no dues paid or network in place, gave pretenses to the real world. 


The mighty credit card saved the day, creating the illusion of wealth when I didn’t have it, and the slippery slope I would follow and deal with in the years to come. There were points at which I could have adjusted the track I traveled and prevented further harm, but timing is everything, as is experience.


This book is intended to give hope to those looking for motivation or a means to get out of debt for good. There is no better teacher than personal experience; save learning from someone else who has been in your shoes, done stupid things, and lived to find a way forward.  


My financial journey is typical of my generation: cars, personal loans, house payments, credit cards, and everything else in between, while navigating relationships, fights over money, and what that entailed in the long run. I’ve lived it all, and want to share my story with you and what I learned.


The idea of financial freedom and what that meant was vital to each step along this path. I found a purpose in focusing on those debts and creating a budget that eventually eradicated all that drama.


It can be done.


Anything can be accomplished when you set your mind to that goal, but as I will show you, I found that realistic expectations during and after this debt-free journey are vital to living a full life. Some people will jump in and focus so much on their debts that they miss out on the little joys of each success. More importantly, they won’t come up for air long enough to bask in the sun and be present in daily living.


Sure, it’s easier to be focused for a time and to play later. Still, some of you, like me, don't have that luxury when there is so much debt that the journey will last over five years, especially if you are doing this alone in a single-income household and don’t have a career that quickly generates six figures or more a year.


Granted, that doesn’t mean people who make that amount have an easier road. Far from it, these people likely have more debts, more out-of-control habits, and are more prone to live paycheck to paycheck, even if they make double or triple the amount I take in as a teacher. And yet, we are all the same.


We do stupid things with money, but with some effort and focus, we can take control of the situation, come out ahead, and live a full life. 


The following pages contain different topics and stories based on my experiences and those around me. This is meant to be a judgment-free zone. It’s a glorified story hour that lets you know you aren't alone. 


Whether we focus on credit cards, car payments, student loans, timeshares, buying a house, or simply vices, there’s a topic for anyone on this financial journey to freedom. Beyond those topics, we will explore the importance of understanding your relationship with money and your partner if you have a significant other. 


We will continue with an example of an actual budget that many, I know, don’t follow. I’ve been there. I get it, but there’s no reason why after reading this book, you don’t at the very least, start a budget and find out where your money is going. It’s your choice, but I like the power of knowing what money is coming in and, more importantly, what money is going out.


Finally, I’ll tell the entire story of my debt-free journey. When I was at my lowest, those calls on Dave Ramsey’s radio show of people sharing their stories on overcoming their debts gave me hope and purpose. I trust sharing each step along the way, might do the same for you.


To that end, we will conclude with lessons learned, a sense of purpose and direction, or at least some food for thought about your financial journey and legacy. 


We are all at different stages with our money and how we use it to reach our goals. We live, we learn, we grow. In this case, I hope you don’t make the same mistakes I did and get some nuggets on improving your overall situation.


Best of luck on your financial future. 


Jonathan Kuiper 


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I have a new release

4/12/2025

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 I had to think about the last time I had a new release. Surprise, surprise, it’s been three years since the release of Rusty Star, my previous fiction piece. While I had every intention of writing a sequel to that book and still have the first chapter in the proverbial can, that’s been put aside for now.

Life has brought some interesting twists and turns these last three years. I left New Hampshire behind and took my “talents” to Krakow, Augusta, and Morocco. I didn’t intend for things to play out this way. I certainly didn’t think I would be in a writing funk, forced to journal for two and a half years until my mind was settled to create a new published work. 
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Then again, the travel vlogs took priority for two of these years, which stunted some of the energy I needed to be in that correct writing state. To that end, the latest work was written in January. I’m excited as it’s part memoir, part financial advice, and simply storytelling focused on how I became debt-free and the steps I took to achieve and maintain that style of living. 

I think it’s a fun read. It may be a bit revealing about my life, but it's a fitting story nonetheless. It shares that we all have reasons for falling into debt and opportunities to right that ship. I’m sure someone will take value from the book. Even if just one person can make a change for the better, the time it took to write this was well spent. 

In honor of my twin brother, Emotional Spending will be released in paperback and digital form on April 16, 2025. Get your copy now. Next month, I’ll update you on Brindisi and Me. Till then, happy reading!

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Under Construction

3/1/2025

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PictureThis is Brindisi in December 2022.
Saturdays in Tangier borderline suck. While all I want to do is just relax in my apartment and chill after a week in the classroom, the owners of the apartment beneath me have deemed Saturdays the only day for renovations. I’m reasonably confident they aren’t even home, but the two or three-person crew appears at the most random times to pretend they are hard at work adapting two or three cement rooms. 

Who cares about the signs in the lobby stating construction noise is only from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.? That would be too easy to follow and would make sense to any person. No, instead, sometimes I hear the melody of hammers well after eight on Saturday evenings. Lo and behold, today is the exception. This amazing crew loaded up the elevator with tiles and began hammering away at noon. 

Thirty minutes in the choir continues, but I have faith that in all their industrious activities, the lull will begin shortly to continue at thirty or forty minute intervals intermittently. That’s Tangier construction for you. 

The fun part, though, is that Ramadan has now begun. While many are preserving their strength while they fast the daylight hours away, this team of building experts is hard at work while the homeowners are living their dual citizenship dream in Spain or France. A different crew begins their work time melody, and I am off to wonder how Islam’s holiest month becomes the best time for construction renovations and projects. The cafe five floors below has a team working their magic while the call to prayer echoes across the walls and the surrounding buildings.

While I should be busy on my next writing project, I wanted to chime in and share that with March now upon us, Brindisi and Me is done. It only took four years and some additional weeks to fix the initial draft to something that can be shared with others. All told, it took about a month to rewrite each chapter from scratch. Some sections were salvageable, while others needed complete revamping. 

I’m relieved to check this off the writing list, so I can now focus on other projects in between my travel vlogging. My newest book, sharing my adventures with money, will be out in mid-April. There’s one more read-through before I give it the go-ahead to be published. 

If it had been one of my fiction books, I would have sent it to my editor, but nonfiction is a different type of writing, one that I know is part style and traditional form. As for Brindisi and Me, the plan is to release it in June or July. I’ll keep you posted while I dive into my latest book, Forever Poland, a memoir of my time living in the country and several years of extensive travel to all her wonderful regions. I’m even returning in late March to hit a few more cities and spots that can be added to this growing book. 

We will see how long it takes to write this new book, and then I imagine I’ll return to fiction. Enjoy March and the approaching spring season. I will share more updates as they occur. 

Peace,
JFK

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This is why you need to get up for the sunrise. Taken on an April 2022 weekend trip to Greece. Might go back this May.
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The wait is over

2/8/2025

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When I moved to Poland over two years ago I expected it to be a writing paradise for me. I thought being in a new area, a new country, would drive my imagination wild and create a long lasting period of writing. Truth be known, I wrote quite a bit when I was in Krakow, but it wasn’t anything new storywise. There were no fiction pieces or reflections on my travels. Instead, the daily writing I did complete was journaling and nothing more. 

From the winter of 2022 when I completed Rusty Star, I won’t say I was blocked, but aside from a few instances where I wrote ten pages here and there for potential sequels to Rusty Star and the Marcus Files, there was nothing substantial. 

Granted, I would beat myself up on this especially in between my travels because I knew from the fall of 2020 to late winter of 2022, I wrote six books with an average word length of 80,000 words. We spanned the gauntlet from a spinoff series of my popular young adult series
Luza with Seli a New Adult LGBT+ Romance Fantasy (that’s a mouthful genre-wise), all three books in the Marcus Files (my favorite remains The Thresher . . . I love that book and the cover) with Rusty Star thrown in for good measure. The book that got this writing period in motion was a memoir from my time teaching and living in Brindisi, Italy. 

I remember the writing process fondly as I had taken a long drive around the White Mountains and over to Mount Chocorua to take in the fall colors and the secret spots that leaf peepers and other tourists knew nothing about. After this productive ride, I settled in my house, to my writing nook, sat on my chaise, and dictated life in Italy, all 90,000 words within two weeks. Truly, it was a remarkable writing process. This was supposed to be the warm-up act before National Novel Writing Month.

I intended to write
Seli first, but I promised some family and friends to reflect on Brindisi even though I found fiction better to my style and liking. Nevertheless, I used my microphone and dictated various stories from life in Italy. I was so pleased with myself, until I began to read over some of the dictations. The entire thing was a mess, a crazy absolute mess, that meant I would need to do another full draft, almost from scratch. 


Not wanting to lose motivation, I finished the book and put it aside. The other stories cried for more attention and as years passed I would return to Brindisi hopeful to manage and deal with the many revisions, but never getting farther than a chapter or two before the frustration fairy appeared and any sense of motivation. It was too discouraging and painful because I could tell this was going to be a story that didn’t flow smoothly like the creative process did with my other books. 


Fast forward to the present and I’m back on the case, working on the Brindisi memoir. I’m more than halfway done with almost 50,000 words in the can. Some of the chapters have been unruly as expected, but it’s been fun to revisit this period and to finally plug away at this unfinished project. Truly, I don’t want to write anything new until it’s done. 


The caveat would be, nothing else new, until the project is finished. This means I might have, okay, well the truth is I wrote a book in the first three weeks of January that got my creative juices in motion. This is another nonfiction piece, but this one focuses on my financial journey and how I went from living in debt to now a debt-free life based out of Morocco of all spots. The book has some valuable financial tips and stories about what I did wrong spending-wise over the years to get myself into a stupid financial situation before shifting to a more moderate lifestyle, one within my means. 


While everything is relative, I felt like it was a prudent story to write and share. With that 50,000-word draft completed, I wanted to give Brindisi its due. I don’t know if this will be as productive a year as I had back in New Hampshire, but we are off to a good start. For that, I’m grateful. 

I won’t jinx myself by saying anything more, but I wanted to give you an update on the writing part of my world. Between writing and films (travel vlogs at present), these are the two passions that I have pursued since I was in my teens. It’s nice to have more of a balance between the two, as opposed to all vlogging and no substantial writing. 

​I’ll keep you posted in the months ahead. Hopefully, by the next check in
Brindisi and Me will be ready to go. In the meantime, enjoy your February and the remainder of the winter season.

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Happy New Year 2025

1/12/2025

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Wow! Did I really miss a month? It looks that way to me. Then again, I think I had the best intentions to write something and for whatever reason forgot to make the time as I transitioned to a well deserved two week vacation over the holidays.

That's right, I went traveling and vlogging. Really, they are one in the same. I don't think I can ever just travel. My urge to have a camera out and film what I see and provide commentary is too strong to pass up. Truly, when I was in Estonia, I got this vicious next cramp. 

I had no intentions of filming that first day, especially because it hurt with the simple turn of my neck, let alone when I would sit back on the couch. Talk about spasms galore - that I'm still dealing with weeks later. And yet, despite this physical setback, I had the camera out just in case. 

Of course, I thought I would simply film the Christmas Market in Tallinn. That turned into the square and then the side streets and eventually a full twenty minute vlog. It's compulsive at this stage. 

With the physical limitations I still found a way forward and how a wonderful, restful vacation exploring five different countries. I started in Malaga, Spain and went onto Lithuania where I explored Kaunas for the first time and then took the train to Vilnius (one of my favorite cities in Europe). 

Having been to Vilnius on two different occasions, I was eager to get back and explore the familiar streets and all those beautiful churches. Estonia was next on deck with visits to the capital Tallinn and then to my adopted favorite town of Parnu. Neither city let me down and I had fun, new adventures in each. 

My favorite moment was being back on the couch, sipping tea at the Hotel Victoria. I love that place and the ambiance in their dining area. It's truly the cafe experience I dreamed about. 

After leaving Estonia we returned to Riga for two nights - which was necessary to right the wrong from two plus years ago when I shortened my trip to one night because the city had too much going on for me. This time I really got a feel for the city and explored some areas I had wanted to see for quite some time. 

Lithuania called for a second act, so both Vilnius and Kaunas got me for another round of filming. Even though I got drenched to the bone in Kaunas, I finally stumbled across an old Jewish cemetery which made my entire trip. 

I ended vacation with two days in Liverpool, England. It's funny how I have such a pull to that part of the country. Southport, my usual stomping ground is something like a 20 minute train ride to the north. On this trip, I stay in the Beatles' home city and enjoyed every moment. I'll be back for sure. 

With my holiday travels now complete, two new vlogs are being released weekly on Sundays and Thursdays until mid February. In the meantime, while I settle back into my teaching routines, I'm writing (yes, I really am - 20,000 words put down in six days) and will give you a further update before my next trip to Provence, France around Valentine's Day.

I hope all of you are off to a good start to your 2025. Here's to a great year ahead in all areas of your life.

Cheers,

JFK

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Christmas Market Season 2024 is in the Books

12/27/2024

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I planned to go to as many Christmas markets as possible for 2024 and for the most part I accomplished that goal. While Malaga had a Christmas light show, true markets were in Bergamo Italy, Kaunasand Vilnius Lithuania, and Tallinn Estonia. For those that can't get enough of the Christmas spirit, here are the vlogs from those markets and those cities.
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​Enjoy!
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Another month down

11/6/2024

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This post was supposed to be about my triumphant return to writing - yes, I had intended to do National Novel Writing Month. Last Friday night I even started a new novel. I surprised myself and began the first 1000 words of a post apocalyptic story. The story was dark and had the same brooding as Rusty Star and the Varissian Affair. 

I found the irony the new story would follow this same trend, when I had first considered writing a story about a man returning to the States for a family wedding. As I have not been to a wedding in years - seriously since my ill-fated courthouse nuptials more than a decade ago - I couldn't even tell you the last wedding I attended that wasn't in a Hallmark movie or TV show. It's been that long.

So the whole idea of writing about a wedding seemed a bit off-putting. The entire idea seemed more difficult than writing from a man's perspective on what life would be like if the world was at a turning point - you know only steps away from coming to an end. Throw me in the middle of the woods, in crappy weather, and some unknown power threatening all life for me to find any meaningful words to throw down on the computer.

This motivation drove Friday night, but when time came to start the next words on Saturday, I found myself drawn more to the next travel vlog, my next destination, and frankly how best to spend the Christmas holidays. 

For those looking for new books to read, it will happen eventually. While I thought Morocco would inspire me in multiple ways, daily living has been all that I can handle of late. My celebrations have consisted of waiting ten days for a new fleece blanket to arrive and for a shower curtain to replace the stained and grimy one that was left for my personal use in my overrated water view apartment.

Even pondering that fine move from the end of August, I've only lived in my current apartment for 2.5 months. It seems longer and yet shorter. There are still things I would add to make it feel like home, but due to the location, cost of goods, and motivation, I'm more like will any changes really make the space better? Will adding more rugs truly improve the space when I would rather add pictures to these cement walls. 

The poor finishing touches with sockets and lights bring me pause and yet there's nothing I can do when it takes ten days simply to get any repair done. There is no rush here - at least that's my impression. People are more concerned about daily living and what impacts their bottom line. Out of sight - out of mind. We've done this mentality before, but here in the northern tip of Africa, it seems to ring more true. 

I imagine I'll be back into a writing groove at some point this year and yet I can't tell you when. I'm looking forward to visiting new locations, experiencing Christmas markets once more, and to feeling the cool embrace of winter weather. That's my focal point. As the apartment adds more charms, maybe I'll shift and a new story will find itss way to print or not. 




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