You might say we’re putting el carro delante del caballo. But last night at a charity silent auction we found a framed poster, for one of our favorite movies, but in Spanish to be distributed for a Mexican audience.
It won’t fit in our luggage, but we’ll get it down there somehow, some day. And if this Merida house hunt doesn’t pan out, I have an interesting poster that I only paid $20 for. I love it when nobody outbids me in a silent auction.
I didn’t bat 1,000 though. There was also a beautiful, rustic wooden platter, on which the bidding was hot and heavy. It was supposedly in the original silent Ben Hur with Ramon Navarro. Hey, wasn’t he Mexican? What a perfect artifact for that still-imaginary house in the Centro. But I lost out on the platter. No one would believe me that it came from the film, anyway.
I’m also collecting photos of houses I like. I’m not too focused at this point. The modern houses are so rational and airy. The traditional homes are so romantic and warm. The transitional homes blend mid-century modern with Maya touches, a sensible and attractive middle ground. I think all I really care about it execution, regardless of style. Air flow, traffic flow, practicality.
Last night I dreamed we bought a ramshackle Victorian house somewhere in Vermont, with a bedroom that sat right on the sidewalk, where loud music played all night. I stumbled in the middle of the night to the bathroom only to find a squatter in a spare room — but I wasn’t sure if he was a squatter or someone with a legal right to that part of the house. We had made a hasty decision and were in for years of unhappiness. I’m certain Vermont was a stand-in for Merida in that dream.
I’ve got to be smart right now, make good decisions while still willing to be brave.