September 13th
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Howdy amigo,

It’s Francis here.

Today, you got yourself the Monday edition of the good ol’ Nomad Newsletter.

I’m still hangin’ hard here in Greece and will continue to kick it for another week until I trek back to Budapest. As I mentioned a few emails ago, it’s my first trip in 3 months. It feels really good. But, the travel cobwebs are still on me and I’m still getting used to being out of the crib.

Had to deal with the dark arts with some bad gyros. COVID tests are a regular thing. And the sound of American accents again got me listenin’ to early 2000s country for some reason. All weird (but good) things, but hey, that’s the road, baby!

Onward.

Had some pretty cool conversations and reads over the weekend, and I can’t wait to share what I got for you today.

Here’s what’s on the table:

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The Raddest Digital Nomad Case Study — Meet this self-proclaimed Digital Bromad who jet-sets around the world coaching people to nomad life, all while selling hella products on Amazon and YouTube. (if you want to see someone truly livin’ that life, meet my boy, Riley)

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Florida Man & Woman Nomading In Greece — Say “ γεια σας” to Ian and Amy Anderson, a couple from Florida who has made Greece their digital nomad homehome based to throw in a Greek-related article while I was here, and I think you’re going to like this. Especially if you wanna get the deep details on Athens life and nomading as a couple.

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A Real Dream Life — This is all about travel photographer Anna Mazurek and how she actually gets paid to take photos all around the world. Here’s a daily dose of inspiration for you.

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Your Invitation To The Nomad Escape — Alright. This is sick. What if you could meet up with fellow Digital Nomad Entrepreneurs to enjoy a week-long mastermind where you work together, accelerate your businesses, and explore one of the most gorgeous islands as one big fun-lovin’ crew? This retreat will make it happen.

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7 Ways To Land High-Paying Clients — Shameless self-promo. If you saw my last email, then you know I just finished an ebook on client acquisition. Since you get these emails, then I want to personally send it to you. Just reply with the word “ebook” and I’ll email it over.

Alright, let’s hit it before the Monday Blues come a-rollin’.

Enjoy

The First Offical Digital “Bromad” Is Here –
And He Wants You Livin’ That Life.
Meet Riley Bennett


Living the digital nomad lifestyle CAN be easy.

But starting it is a whole different story.

Go to any Nomad Facebook group and I’d bet you anything you’d find, at least, a few people each week asking how to begin their journey. How to make money online. Where to go. What to do. Who to follow. And sometimes, the answer isn’t so easy. All because there are soooo many places to start.

It’s really easy to feel overwhelmed, even to the point of good ol’ analysis paralysis — where you’re so loaded with info you don’t even start. I get that. I’ve been there. And most of us have, too. Fortunately, you have some seriously good people who are passionate about helping people make that leap.

One of them is my friend, Riley Bennett.

Riley is many things:

  • YouTuber
  • Coach
  • Amazon FBA pro
  • Digital marketer who has made a living DEEP in the Nomad life.

He’s actually documented his lifestyle and travels since all the way back in 2015.
Now, that’s passion.

And today, I want to give Riley slot #1 in today’s Nomad Newsletter.

===>If you want to see how Riley is helping people live the nomad lifestyle, go here to follow him on IG and get linked to his other platforms.


A Florida Man & Woman Make Hercules Run To The
Hills By Making Athens Their Nomad Base
The whole “Florida man” thing is such a fantastic meme, I couldn’t help but Google “Florida man + Digital Nomad” — lo’ and behold, there were results!

Good ones, too.

Like the story of Ian and Amy Anderson, who left their Florida home back in May 2021 and have set up shop in Athens, Greece. The article, written by Greek Reporter, features Ian and Amy’s life in Greece. Covering everything from how they work, where they live, and how the DN lifestyle has added so much happiness and joy to their lives.

I really dug this one for two reasons.

  1. Because similar to last Friday’s article about Steve from NJ in Croatia, it’s always cool to hear about people making big moves to work and live abroad.

  1. I think for many people, especially aspiring nomads, it’s inspirational to see people creating their lifestyle, no matter what age or type of work they do.

If I were you, I’d read this one and bookmark it for your trip to Athens, it goes pretty deep in detail, too.

====>Go here to check it out.
How This Travel Photographer Gets Paid To Travel
(52 Countries & Counting…)


Travel photography was one of the first jobs I ever heard of someone traveling and getting paid for it. All the way back in the 90s and early 2000s, I think “travel photography” was the only way to make a lifestyle traveling. Of course, so much has changed nowadays.

Everyone with an IG and a VSCO cam app on their iPhone can create stunning photos. But, not everyone can get paid to do it. Which is why it’s so cool that people, like Anna Mazurek, legit get paid to travel and take photos.

Anna has been all over the freakin’ planet, traveling to 52+ countries, taking photos, all while getting published by media platforms like Washington Post, Rolling Stone Australia, and National Geographic.

In a time where people are obsessed with growing multiple income streams, building teams, new businesses, and scaling — Anna’s story goes to show you that just being kickass in ONE SKILL can help you live any lifestyle you want.

===>Go here to read her story.

How To 10x Your Digital Nomad Lifestyle By Working & Meeting Like-Minded People Who Want To See You Succeed — Even If You Don’t Have A Remote Job Right Now!
Your Ticket To Nomad Island Fest 2021
I’ll be honest, I haven’t been a freelancer or digital nomad for long. Only 3.5 years. But in that short amount of time, I was able to go from scrounging up egg-n-bread money in a dirty Budapest apartment to consistently earning $10,000/month as a freelance writer.

Now, I could go on and say that I’m a “self-made man” and I did it all on my own.

But that’d be a lie.

The truth is I could quickly kickstart my digital nomad lifestyle and scale my writing income because I did one thing — surround myself with people who wanted the same thing as me. People who wanted to live with freedom.

People who had similar goals. That’s why The Nomad Escape’s upcoming Nomad Island Fest 2021 is a smart idea for anyone who wants to grow their careers and meet like-minded people.


Because when you join this festival, you’ll be surrounded by successful people who currently live or desire to live the digital nomad lifestyle. You can be one handshake away from a game-changing client, new business idea, or business partner that can take your work to a new level where you work less and earn more.

I know Michel, the owner of The Nomad Escape, has put on these amazing retreats several times a year. And I know this festival will benefit anyone who joins.

====>To learn more about it go here.

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Alrighty, there it is.

The Monday edition of The Nomad Newsletter.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed it.

Honestly, writing these newsletters are super fun for me. I get to learn about and meet people living all around the world. Diving into their hustles, work, where they live, and why they choose to live this lifestyle is always inspirational for me.

I hope with every section, you get a bit of inspiration, too.

Of course, I’d love for your feedback, too.

So if you want…

Feel free to respond back to this email and let me know of any questions, comments, or concerns.

Even better if you know someone or something that helps digital nomads live the lifestyle.

Alright. That’s all I got for today.

I hope you have a good one.

Sincerely,

Francis
The Nomad Newsletter


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She'll make you feel welcome in her snow-covered home. So pack up your gear, go slow and steady, the fun's just begun because the Yeti is ready!" This fun poem is from a new book called The Yeti Is Ready... And it's given my kids a new perspective on friendship & acceptance!" Click the red button below to take a look inside The Yeti Is Ready: You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and may regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river. But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine. These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life. These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent. Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors during the day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration. I must own I felt a little proud when my captain offered me the second dignity in the vessel and entreated me to remain with the greatest earnestness, so valuable did he consider my services. And now, Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose? My life might have been passed in ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing. This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach. The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapped in furs—a dress which I have already adopted, for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel. I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never. Farewell, my, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness.
Ignore the following text. It’s random & only here to improve delivery. It helped her understand all of the little things I do for her that I thought she was too young to notice. But now she says "thank you" more often, which really brings a smile to my face. I already know that this book is going to help her grow up to be a kind, grateful young lady!!" Thanks again for this book and I hope you can share this message with other mothers like me so they can read it to their kids." - Jenny Now, that's an incredible story! A Mother's Love is certainly one of my favorites, too, because of all the messages I get like this one. Click the button below to take a look inside A Mother's Love: It's about an interesting creature... a lonely Yeti, who's living in the snowy mountains all by herself, hoping for some company... Here goes: "If you're looking for some fun, or maybe even a friend, go up to the mountain to the path's end. There you'll find the Yeti, who lives all alone. She'll make you feel welcome in her snow-covered home. So pack up your gear, go slow and steady, the fun's just begun because the Yeti is ready!" This fun poem is from a new book called The Yeti Is Ready... And it's given my kids a new perspective on friendship & acceptance!" Click the red button below to take a look inside The Yeti Is Ready: You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and may regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river. But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine. These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life. These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent. Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors during the day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration. I must own I felt a little proud when my captain offered me the second dignity in the vessel and entreated me to remain with the greatest earnestness, so valuable did he consider my services. And now, Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose? My life might have been passed in ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing. This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach. The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapped in furs—a dress which I have already adopted, for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel. I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never. Farewell, my, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness.