As you can see, I’m in good company. And, in spite of all these Italians, I’m in Spain. On the front steps of the Prado to be exact. On the afternoon Jay and I arrived back in the Spanish capital for our first visit in 14 years. An auspicious trip, it turned out -- I had such a good time in Spain and Portugal that I couldn’t quite adjust back into the American corporate way of life. So I investigated early retirement, found it feasible, and leapt at the chance within weeks of our return. Haven’t looked back (or regretted it for a moment) since.