We’ve been back-and-forth to Mérida for over six years now, and I still have yet to take the wheel of a car anywhere in Mexico. City driving has never fazed me, but my reluctance to drive in Yucatán has been documented. [Read more…]
It’s getting closer and closer to “go” time! We’re really getting there! It’s coming!
We thought we’d be there already, but we’re not. A lot of you have already decided that we’re not coming at all. But you’re wrong. Wrong, I tell you. We’re coming. It’s happening.
Getting our “old” house packed and on the market has been tough. Emotionally and physically. I personally just want to pour some gasoline and light a match. But Paul has better sense than me.
Of course, I keep forgetting I’m not in Merida. I’m mentally there every day. Each day I spend a couple hours looking for ways to build out my Yucatan Expat Life project. I’m on the phone, or on Skype, several times a week with associates helping me with YEL. I think YEL has lots of potential, and once I’m there, we’ll accelerate it even more.
So really, I’m there already. But still enjoying a glorious New England summer. It’s the best of both worlds.
Let me tell you, this glacial transition toward being an expat is not about escaping reality, semi-retirement or joining Margaritaville. This move is a master-class on handling life.
For years, we were simple paycheck-earners, doing what we were told, cashing our checks, and living pretty well. Now, we’re co-CEOs in Expat Inc, and we’ve had to up our game when it comes to managing projects and people.
We were green as can be, on so many levels, when we started all this.
Had I ever had a house built before? Much less directing the project by email over 1,000 miles away, with people who don’t speak English as a first language, and [Read more…]
If you’re still keeping track, no we have not settled into Casa Nana.
We are renovating and re-thinking some things, though. I’m not at all ashamed to say that our house could stand for some revisions. [Read more…]
Home Depot is for losers. The cool people go to Fernandez, a place so cool I wish I knew how to screw in a lightbulb. If I were a competent homeowner, and could drive a nail without injury, I’d be here all the time. This is the narrative that kept repeating in my head as we waited for our number to be called at this no-nonsense home improvement store on Calle 70, somewhere between Santiago and San Sebastian.
So how did I end up being a fish out of water?
When you’ve still got a lot to learn about living in Mérida, sometimes [Read more…]
Brace yourselves, readers. Some bad news about the flor de mayo in our center courtyard. After two years of struggle, it’s kicked the bucket. We haven’t removed it yet, but it’s a goner. Its hollow branches weren’t even strong enough to hold LED lights at Christmas. The ground cover demanded lots of water, and the tree drowned in it, according to one theory. Whatever happened, the courtyard wasn’t a happy place for our flor.
This was heartbreaking, because we really loved it, and we had gotten used to seeing how [Read more…]