In a few weeks, we’ll be visiting Mérida for the first time since our
renovation home-building project began. We’re told we’ll drive around and see existing homes to discuss designs and concepts. They will point at an an example of Ticul stone, and with any luck, Paul and I will both nod or shake our heads in unison.
Our architects don’t like “faux rustique,” as they call it, and we agree. I keep saying that I almost don’t care if the design is modern or traditional, as long as it’s executed well. But now, we have to sort out where we’ll land on that continuum, because we also don’t want it to appear we salvaged a property that washed ashore from Vero Beach.
For the weekend, I’m sick and confined to the sofa, and cocooning myself with all the “Hacienda Style”-type books. I buy every one that I find, which I guess makes me kind of a rube. But as I’ve discovered, you can’t Google “chukum” and find much at all, but there it was, explained in my copy of Casa Yucatán. Not knowing how to spell chukum, and suspecting that, considering its origin and pronunciation, it might begin with an x, didn’t help things. I thought I wanted chukum, [Read more…]