As we dwell more on what we’re going to do this summer to enjoy the great Northeast, before I start a heavy travel schedule in September, I wonder what I’ll write on this blog. It started as a journal of discovering a fascinating new place, then of a frustrating property hunt, and then as a home-builder’s diary. Now what? Until we start decorating, I’m running on fumes here.
Remember a few years back when there were so many more really solid blogs on life in Mérida? When YouTube was packed with videos exploring neighborhoods or touring a special home? As social media rose and became mainstream, we saw fewer and fewer blogs and videos. One blogger has taken her site down and writes exclusively on Facebook now, viewable only to her Facebook friends. Another has used Facebook to question the validity of blogs. “Does anyone read blogs/websites anymore? It seems that everything is on Facebook now,” he said. “Just wondering if I should save myself some time and stop with the writing already.”
Go to Google and type “Is blogging” and the sentence completes itself. “Is blogging [Read more…]
We intended to connect with other bloggers on our last trip, and that’s what happened even before we knew it was happening. Our house manager sent a driver to meet us at the airport on arrival, and although it took a few minutes for us, Paul finally recognized him. It was Roger from the 2011 Blogger’s Conference! Not a blogger, but a blogger-spouse, the husband of Rainie of Totally Win at Love fame. He had given us a ride from the reception last year. Now here he was again, getting ready to hand us keys to the rental house. What a great, serendipitous way to start the week.
That was just the beginning. We actually saw Joanna van der Gracht de Rosado, who’s friendship and support has been unwavering, many times. (I’m reserving another post for more details on our week with our good friend. Ever the maestra, she introduced us to lots of new sights, sounds and tastes!) One morning Joanna took me to meet the members of the Yucatan Writers’ Group. Who should be on the opposite end of the sofa? Theresa! It’s always great to talk to her, but our conversations are always cut short. We had to leave for one of those new sights, sounds and tastes.
Venturing into New York City used to be a daily thing for me, not so long ago. It was strange to be back on the train this week to attend BlogWorld, which is now called New Media Expo (a much better name in my opinion!). I attended BlogWorld to investigate a possible source of income once I’m in Mérida.
BlogWorld had the heavy lifting of replacing the Latin American Bloggers Conference, which was my introduction to the whole Mérida bloggers’ community last year. The New York event, of course, was much less community oriented and guided bloggers toward making their websites commercially relevant, if not completely monetized.
I only got to go the first day of the three-day conference. But it was a full day. How did it go? [Read more…]
I was on a brief high the other day when I booked our next flight to Mérida. But every high has to crash, and that’s what’s happened to me. Now, I have to wait for the trip.
So to kill time, I watch my RSS feed for more blog posts out of expatville and feel sad that a lot of the old reliables aren’t posting so much these days. It’s sad, but not surprising.
Most blogs last under three years or so before running their course. Maybe that’s the case with some of the Mérida bloggers. They’ve run out of things to say. Or more likely, they’re just feeling [Read more…]
On my 10-minute commute to work (yes, I am lucky) along a two-lane state road, I pass many shops that serve our Mexican residents, and I notice lots of store signs and billboards written in Spanish. Day laborers congregate at a designated church parking lot, providing a safe place for workers to gather — certainly safer than exit ramps and other roadside areas.
Are they marveling at our spring colors, uploading pictures of daffodils and dogwoods, sharing stories about seeing cardinals and blue jays? Do they scoff at what passes for ants around here? Or what passes for Mexican food? Wonder if the tap water is as potable as we say? Tell tales about our bureaucracy? Remark on the customer service at Marshalls or Macy’s? Wonder why the Walmarts here aren’t as nice? Are they blogging all this?
Our morning cleaning crew is outsourced, and guess where the workers come from. I wish I could engage in a little small talk with some of them. The guy I often catch sweeping around my desk at 9:30 a.m. lives in my neighborhood. It’s unlikely, but what if he’s from Yucatán? I once left a Yucatán Today on my desk hoping he’d see it, and [Read more…]