The plan worked! Our first night in Mérida, we took Mom and Dad to a recital of chamber music, held in a private home in the Centro. The music was wonderful, but more important, the evening impressed on my parents that expats here are happy, and seem fairly sane. At least the 30 or so who had been invited to this recital. We were honored to be invited, and grateful to be allowed to bring along my parents, especially considering the limited seating. Also, they got to see a real, restored Colonial-style home, which happened to have a layout similar to mine: Old house in front, terrace with three arches facing a casita in rear, pool to the left. Uncanny coincidence. I was so nervous about the evening, but apparently I underestimated ol’ Mom ‘n’ Pop.
It was our first try at getting Mom and Dad into a cab, taking a white-knuckle drive down narrow, crumbly streets at night, and then later on finding a cab to get us back. It all went swimmingly, although we had to persuade [Read more…]