From Andalusia to Switzerland: my nomadic life, between clients, friends and new beginnings
Part One
It’s been a while since I last wrote one of those articles where I tell you a little about my life, my travels, my work and the things that happen to me. And the truth is that these past few months have been quite eventful. So much so that sometimes I don’t even know where to begin.
Right now, I’m in Zurich. I arrived on Saturday, November 7th. I’ve only been here for two days, and quite a few things have already happened. But before telling you about Switzerland, I want to explain how I ended up here, because this journey actually began in Andalusia.
And, as often happens to me, things haven’t turned out exactly as I had planned.
Seville: a good start
On October 6th, I began my journey through Andalusia. First stop: Seville. I had wanted for a long time to travel around different cities again, meet new people, work and make time for my personal life as well.
I did quite well in Seville, considering how few days I spent there. I had a couple of clients and lots of conversations. I also encountered something that would keep happening throughout the trip: people who call, ask questions, seem very interested and then never actually confirm anything.
Some people agree to everything over the phone, but when it comes to making a booking, they disappear. That will always annoy me. And it happens in every city.
Malaga: a wedding, friends and a little time to switch off
After that, I went to Malaga. But this stop was different. I had a wedding to attend with friends and, honestly, I didn’t pay much attention to my phone during those days.
And it did me so much good! The wedding was great fun. I enjoyed spending time with my friends, having conversations, being with people I care about and doing something that had absolutely nothing to do with work. And it was precisely during this trip that I started thinking a lot about all of this.
About how much importance we give to money and work, and how little value we sometimes place on the time we spend with our friends. We’re always thinking that we need to earn money, save, make the most of the day, find clients… But what about all the moments we miss? Lately, I’ve been realising that I want to spend more time with the people who matter to me.
And I also want those people to want to spend time with me. Relationships need reciprocity. But that’s another reflection that deserves its own article.
Estepona: three days wasted or three days of rest?
From Malaga, I went to Estepona. The accommodation was very nice, I liked the place and it had everything I needed to enjoy a few lovely days. But as far as work was concerned, practically nothing happened.
No appointments and not enough activity to cover the expenses. And of course, when you travel for work and the days go by without any money coming in, you start doing the maths. Is it worth staying here?
Should I move on to another city? Should I go back to Madrid? Then I started thinking about something.
What if these three days were simply an opportunity to rest? I’d come from several weeks of considerable personal and family tension. I needed some peace and quiet, no arguments, time to exercise, take care of my own things and spend some time with myself.
And that has value too. Sometimes it feels as though if you haven’t earned any money during the day, you’ve wasted your time. Well, no. I enjoyed a few days of rest, made progress on some things for my websites and had time to think calmly about what I wanted to do.
That said, I’m not going to lie to you: resting is great, but when you have accommodation, petrol and food to pay for, you also want some money coming in.
Granada: lots of calls and no bookings
My next stop was Granada. And something quite curious happened there. As soon as I started posting adverts, updating platforms and making myself known, the calls began to come in.
Questions, messages, interested people… My phone was busy! But then came the second part. How much do you charge? 150 euros for half an hour. 200 euros for an hour.
And that’s when the parade begins. One person can’t make it. Another says yes but doesn’t confirm.
Someone else wants to negotiate. And some seem to think that because they’re young and I’m 53 years old, I should give them a special price. Excuse me?
Since when does a client’s age determine the value of my work? I have more than fifteen years of experience, training and a way of working that I’ve developed over time. My experience doesn’t disappear just because I move to another city.
I had plenty of conversations in Granada, but not a single confirmed appointment. It’s also true that I started advertising late and that, given the time of year, the city seemed rather quiet to me. But this trip has taught me something: lots of phone calls don’t necessarily mean lots of work.
And there’s something else that was happening to me. I was in Granada, a beautiful city, and I would stay inside my hotel room. Why? Because I thought an appointment might come up at any moment.
And that really affects how you organise your day. If I’d had a client first thing in the morning, great. I could then have planned the rest of the day at my own pace.
But when you’re waiting for something that never quite gets confirmed, it feels as though you end up doing neither one thing nor the other. One evening, I didn’t even go out for dinner. I had some nuts, yoghurt, chocolate, grapes and figs that I’d bought, so I ended up having all of that for dinner in my room.
And I was perfectly happy! Thank goodness I’d signed up for a nearby gym for a week. My relationship with gyms is something else!
As soon as I pay for a membership, I have to make the most of it. So there I was, going to classes practically every day, even though some of them seemed a little too easy for me. I travel, change cities, change accommodation… but I try not to lose my routines.
Alicante: another city, the same questions
After that, I continued on to Alicante. And something I’d been noticing throughout the trip appeared again. In every city, you practically have to start from scratch.
Update adverts. Reply to messages. Explain who you are.
Explain how you work. Explain your rates. Explain what you do and, above all, what you don’t do.
And eventually, it becomes exhausting. Because I’m no longer at the same professional stage I was fifteen years ago. I am still a sex worker and I don’t hide my professional background, but I’ve evolved enormously. Today, I’m also a Sex Coach, I continue to train and develop my knowledge, and I want to share everything I’ve learned about the body, pleasure and sexuality.
The problem is that there’s still a huge gap between how people find me and how I want them to know me.
When people find you through an advert rather than through your work as a Sex Coach
This trip has made me realise something quite clearly. When I advertise on a platform for sex workers, I get calls. That works.
But many people arrive with a particular idea of what they’re going to find. Some are simply looking for a quick experience. Others want to negotiate the price.
And some seem to value age or physical appearance more than experience. When I introduce myself as a Sex Coach, on the other hand, I have to explain what that means. That my work is based on practical experience.
That I’m interested in real pleasure, not in acting out fantasies. That every body is different. That sexuality can be learned.
And that it’s not all about having sex, but also about knowing how to enjoy it and how to give pleasure. I’ve worked in countries where people have paid considerably more than the rates on this trip and have greatly appreciated my way of working. So I don’t think it all comes down to my price.
I believe it also has to do with the audience I’m reaching and what that audience expects to find. There’s a difference between someone looking for a sex worker and discovering that I’m also a Sex Coach, and someone directly looking for a Sex Coach because they want to learn from my experience. And that’s precisely one of the things I want to change in the next stage of my professional life.
I don’t feel like spending another fifteen years explaining the same things in every city.
Has this trip been worth it?
Financially, it hasn’t been the trip I expected. I’ve spent money on accommodation, travel, advertising and food, and the bookings have been far fewer than I would have liked. I’m not going to dress up the results. But I don’t consider the trip a waste either.
I’ve met new people. I’ve enjoyed time with my friends. I’ve had days to rest.
I’ve exercised. I’ve been able to compare how audiences respond in different cities. And, above all, I’ve been planting seeds.
Because every person who asks me what a Sex Coach is, every conversation and every visit to my websites can also be an opportunity for someone to discover my work. That doesn’t mean all those people will become clients. But I’m making people aware of something that wasn’t previously part of how I presented myself professionally.
And I think that’s important.
Madrid, my Jeep and the end of another chapter
After the trip, I returned to Madrid. And quite a few things happened there too. One of them was selling my Jeep Grand Cherokee.
My Jeep! A car in which I’ve travelled so many kilometres, made so many journeys and taken so many trips. I’d been thinking about selling it for some time.
It had a lot of kilometres on the clock, and maintaining it wasn’t exactly cheap either. But thinking about selling a car and actually doing it are two different things. Because a vehicle eventually becomes part of your story too.
Especially when you’ve spent as many years travelling as I have. Although, thinking about it, perhaps this is another sign that I’m entering a new chapter. My original idea was to drive back up to Switzerland, stopping along the way in France.
But in the end, I changed my plans. And on November 7th, I caught a flight to Zurich. No Jeep. Just suitcases.
And plenty of things still to sort out.
Zurich: two days here and already plenty of stories to tell
I arrived on Saturday afternoon. And here I am again. Switzerland is a country where I’ve worked before and where I want to continue developing my professional activity.
But returning to a country you’ve been to before doesn’t mean everything is sorted out. As soon as you arrive, the organising begins. The phone.
The adverts. The gym. The shopping.
The paperwork. And, of course, the expenses. For example, I’m having problems with my phone provider, Yallo, all over again.
I topped up 20 Swiss francs because I wanted to take advantage of an offer and, between problems with my balance and calls to customer service, I ended up losing the credit. Again! I don’t know how I manage it, but every time I come to Switzerland, something happens with my phone.
And of course, francs disappear very quickly here. I’m also trying to sign up for PureGym again. This is the third time I’ve wanted to use this gym during my stays in Zurich.
And every time I come across a 30-franc joining fee. This time, on top of that, the app won’t let me complete the registration properly. So here I am, trying to pay to exercise and unable to get it done. What patience!
Meanwhile, I also have to activate my advertising. One of the platforms I want to advertise on costs almost 550 francs for a month. And spending that amount before knowing how many bookings you’re going to get is a risk too.
But if you don’t advertise, people won’t know about you either. That’s one of the big dilemmas of working for yourself.
And meanwhile, the messages keep coming
As soon as you start advertising, another part of the job begins, one that many people never see. Replying. And replying.
And replying again. There are very polite people who ask about your experience, want to get to know you and understand the conditions perfectly well. And then there are others who, after having access to all the information and photographs available, still ask for more private pictures.
That’s what I have galleries and pages for, where people can get to know me. I’m not going to spend my day sending photographs individually to people when I don’t even know whether they intend to make a booking. There are also people who ask for an appointment, say yes and then never confirm.
Or those who want to negotiate before even meeting you. And sometimes I wonder how many hours we sex workers spend replying to messages that never lead anywhere. Because that part of our work takes time too.
Time that isn’t always paid for. And that’s something I want to change in the way I organise my work.
This time, I don’t know how long I’ll stay in Switzerland
My idea was to spend some time here, work, save money and also take the opportunity to continue growing professionally. But right now, I don’t have a definite return date. I was planning to go back in December, perhaps even spend a few days in Lyon, but I still don’t know what I’ll do. It will all depend on how work develops and how I’m feeling too.
Because there’s a personal side to all of this as well. I needed to leave Madrid. I needed some distance from family situations that had been affecting me enormously lately.
And I needed to start thinking about myself again. That doesn’t mean I have no worries. I do.
And one of them, especially right now, is money. After a trip where I’ve worked less than expected, arriving in Switzerland and starting to pay expenses without having enough confirmed bookings yet isn’t exactly relaxing. But I don’t want to become paralysed, simply waiting for a client to appear either.
I have to organise my life, take care of my responsibilities, look after myself and keep moving forward. Because life can’t be put on hold until the phone rings. And perhaps someone reading this might wonder: “How can someone who has been working for so many years be having financial problems now?”
Well, I’m going to tell you something I haven’t really talked about until now. Last year, I handed over my savings to help my family. I did it because I trusted them and because, when I love someone and believe they need help, I find it difficult to look the other way.
A year later, seeing how things have unfolded, I consider it one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made. And not just because of the money. Because money can be earned again.
The hardest thing is rebuilding trust when you feel that the people you’ve done so much for haven’t treated you in the same way. I’ve experienced financial disappointments in my life, often because I’ve trusted people too much. But I never imagined that one of the most painful ones would come from my own family.
I’m not going to go into all the details here. Some stories deserve their own space, and I’m still trying to understand what happened. But I do want to tell you something: having many years of professional experience doesn’t mean that a person cannot go through financial difficulties.
Sometimes it’s not about how much money you’ve earned, but about the decisions you’ve made, the people you’ve trusted and what you’ve done for them. And now I have to rebuild my financial security, but also learn to set boundaries. Because helping others is a wonderful thing, but it shouldn’t mean leaving yourself with nothing.
I’m still a nomad
Some time ago, I wrote “Personal Matters of a Nomad”. And here I am, a year later, once again changing cities, packing suitcases, looking for gyms and wondering where I’ll eventually settle down. Sometimes I wish everything were a little more organised.
Knowing where I’ll live. Where I’ll work. How much money I’ll earn.
And what I’ll be doing three months from now. But that’s never really been the way my life works. I’ve changed cities, countries, homes and plans so many times that it’s almost become part of who I am.
Although I’m also reaching a point in my life when I’d like a little more stability. Not necessarily to stop travelling. I love travelling.
But I’d like to be able to do it without feeling that I have to start from scratch every single time. And above all, I want to keep building my brand as a Sex Coach, so that one day people will look for me because of my name and professional experience, regardless of which city I’m in. For now, I’ve been in Zurich for two days.
I still don’t know whether this trip will be a financial success, whether I’ll stay until Christmas or whether I’ll return to Spain earlier. What I do know is that I’m 53 years old, I’ve learned an enormous amount, I still have plenty to learn and I have very little desire to go back to living exactly as I did before. And although sometimes I get tired of constantly starting over, I’m still curious to discover what comes next.
To be continued…
Cris Blas Organic Sex Coach · Practical Sex Coach
November 2026 · Part One of my journey through Spain and Switzerland.
