Two friends — people I first met in Mérida’s blogging community — offered to hit the malls on this Buen Fin weekend to look for some things we still need for the house. I wouldn’t dream of going to department stores up in the States on Black Friday, but my friends in Mexico are made of stronger stuff than me, and they’ve offered to make the trek.
Hopefully, I’ll hear back that they found a cheap flat-screen TV that fits our wall unit, as well as a dishwasher, since the dishwasher I married has gone on strike.
Can I imagine any friends of mine in Connecticut offering to spend their day shopping for me? On a chaotic holiday weekend? I swear, my friends in Mérida are the best friends ever.
I’m on the phone or Skyping with one friend or another almost every day. I’m Facebooking with friends and acquaintances several times a day. If we were ’80s expats, I suppose we’d be trading postcards or letters, but today’s technology gives us a huge advantage.
Since we’re eventually leaving Connecticut for good, we’ve been holding off on buying new things to replace aging electronics in our current house. Our antique (circa 2005) fading-plasma flat-screen TV in the living room, and the den’s tiny LCD with the right-side panel peeling off, will have to last us until we go. In the meantime, TVs have changed so much! I have no idea what a “smart” TV is. I guess I’ll have to learn.
One follow up to our last post… We’re biting the bullet and hiring a driver, rather than take the dreaded luxury bus from Cancun. The pressure not to miss the direct bus, lest we shuttle to the downtown depot and wait again, is no more. Somehow, I’m still not inclined to rent a car and drive. I have enough to worry about on these trips.
But one of these days I’m going to have to get behind the wheel, rented or my own, and just navigate around Mérida’s notoriously aggressive drivers.
Because scouting showrooms is an important part of the job, the lack of a car is what’s held us back from fully decorating the house. A photographer is coming soon to shoot our property (we’re going to be in a book about Mexico homes!) and we’ll have to borrow furniture to fill in the empty spaces. Largely because neither of us wants to drive.
On the other hand, my one friend who’s never gotten a car in Mérida reports she’s lost about 40 pounds from walking. Another couple we know, who tell us they just rent a car once a month and walk the rest of the time, appear more physically fit than most people we know anywhere; same goes for the guys who walk and ride bikes for groceries.
Oh, and now Paul is telling me he wants to take up bike riding when we’re in the Centro. I tell him I know just the place in Casa Nana for a stationary bike. Something tells me that he meant the very-much unstationary kind of bike. So stay tuned to see how that discussion turns out.