On my Google homepage, over time, I’ve set the weather gadget to post the forecast for every place I’ve ever considered moving to. My No. 1 choice for about a year now is Merida — a place I never heard of two years ago.
I can see by this chart why everyone’s at the beach. The last time I felt temps this high I was in Phoenix, but it was dry. Look what happened to the humidity since last week, when it was around 30 percent.
It’s heating up on another Merida blog, too. For the first time since I’ve been following it, the tone has shifted from “just another day in paradise” to something more like fear and loathing.
Earlier last week, on bla… bla… bla… Ginger, there was the most beautiful stream-of-consciousness post you’ve ever read, a meditation on tending one’s yard in the heat, coping with bees, and enjoying the occasional breeze. Then yesterday, the blogger shared the news that she was burgled on Friday, apparently by people who had been watching and waiting for her to leave. In 15 minutes, about $100 US and a decorative knife was taken, but more important, her sense of bliss was shattered. She admits to being sloppy about security — and I have to admit after reading so many blog posts from so many ecstatic expats, it is easy for someone stateside to mythologize the tranquility and bliss that Merida can offer.
Then, this bit of news: “The Ministerio guys told us that there is a wave of burglaries going on in the Centro right now, up to 5 a week at homes and businesses,” the blogger said.
The comments that follow were sympathetic, and offered advice like installing spiky plants on the roof (where the burglars accessed the house), deadbolts, and a teddy bear with spy cam.
I know Merida is relatively safe, but how many houses have we seen that are completely accessible from the roof, where if you scale down into the court yard, your the entire house is vulnerable. Having your back door completely open to the outside world is a romantic idea, but we know how romances can turn sour.