Yesterday I fell into that rabbit hole known as the Yolisto forums. I was following a thread involving a Canadian couple whose Santa Ana rental was burglarized on Fat Tuesday. What followed was a blend of honest, helpful advice and commiseration mixed and some very strange and angry diatribes.
I was left feeling we need to build high, high walls to keep out both the burglars and some Yolisto forum writers.
This shook me in to reality. I need to spend less time considering color schemes and furniture options, and think more about making Casa Nana a workable, practical house.
Not everyone is so worried about burglars. We have seen properties by carefree expats with absolutely no security other than a locked door on the street. “It’s not in their nature to steal here,” a homeowner explained to my astonishment.
We can sort-of buy into the Mérida hype about stepping back in time into a world inhabited by gentle, sweet-natured people. It’s sort-of true, I guess, although I hate generalizing, and imposing quaintness on a whole population. I suppose it’s better than thinking that all my neighbors are potential thieves, grifters and kidnappers, though.
We were once at that sweet spot where we met a goal, buying a ruin, but weren’t yet shoveling money south to pay for it. Now we’re shoveling. Tapping in to our home equity cost a lot more than I thought it would! This is not a sweet spot. This is the spot where we’re paying money (to a property manager and an architect) for a home that doesn’t exist just yet. The shovel will only get larger.
Expect a return of the grumpy blog.