I get up super-early each day, when the house is quiet and (as a morning person) I’m at my best, mentally. If I’m up early enough, I have two or three hours to devote to preparations. This used to be time to walk the neighborhood, maybe see the sunrise by the lighthouse at the end of my street (pictured above). No time for that now. I’m preparing for the next stage of my life, a life that doesn’t necessarily include a paycheck, and may not be in a community where English is the predominant language.
The “move to Mérida” bug hit us in 2010, and last year we bought a run-down property two blocks from the wide and leafy (by local standards) Paseo de Montejo. This year, we hired the architects and devised a floor plan. While all this is in motion, my morning time is spent learning… [Read more…]