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…
- More about Mérida, the state of Yucatán, the Yucatán peninsula, and Mexico in general. Politics and culture are interesting to me, and I want to go in with eyes wide open.
- More about the Spanish language, and my vocabulary has improved much since the first trip, when every little shop sign and newspaper headline baffled me. The spoken language still escapes me, but I can almost sort-of read Diario de Yucatán without activating the Google translate function. I haven’t even begun to grasp Mayan linguistics.
- More about being an entrepreneur, which I’ll have to be if I don’t want to live off a fixed income. Pasta tiles don’t grow on trees, and neither does the pizza at Rescaldos.
Three bullet points don’t look like much, but they create quite a burdensome checklist. The third bullet point is foremost in my mind right now, although I still find myself absorbing news stories, other blogs and (believe it or not) the real estate listings. It’s all bewildering, but especially the real estate market, where I see that reduced sales have created a glut of homes for sale in Centro. But I’m always hearing that prices are escalating every year. Can both be true?
So my Rosetta Stone, Fluenz and Pimsleur lessons are on the shelf. I glance news headlines from Mexico for about 10 minutes each morning. I indulge a little on whatever new YouTube videos have been posted from Yucatán, which aren’t as frequent as they used to be. But then I cram literature on business, and work on my new enterprise, for a couple hours each day. And then I go off to my “day job,” the one that I’m assuming will evaporate in a few years, which is propelling my “moving to Mérida” checklist to begin with.