M y phone beeped last Sunday morning. The message was short: “Hi, what are you doing? Anton.” I was still in bed, listening to Italian opera and looking at my pot plants.
“I don’t have to do anything,” I told myself and turned over.
Anton is a South African I met a few months ago on the beach at the Mole in Swakopmund. He’s a so-called digital nomad: someone who travels around and works from