I Have, Essentially, Moved To Mexico!
November 3, 2015 by admin
I’ve moved to Mexico! I’m an Expat again. For short or long, I do not know! That would be three months, or six months, as my visa allows….or even forever, if my heart is now any judge. I wonder if all countries on my four-year travel agenda will hit me so favorably as Mexico has?
Luckily, I had already decided before leaving home to travel slooooowly and to visit all of the expat-recommended spots that I could really do justice to, during this late-in-life, check-out of the planetary-turf, trip of mine. Otherwise, there might have been a twinge of guilt when I fell in love with the first city I landed in…..San Miguel de Allende.
Also, I have a new vision for ways to use the internet to share my present life learning curve in my evolution, here at the end of my Eighth Decade. Think about it! I’m in the last two years of my Seventies. When the personal rollover comes and I turn eighty, I will enter my Ninth Decade on Earth but I can’t call myself ninety until I have completed that ten-year span. One of my big themes will be to change the way we all think about old age; and words have a lot to do with common impressions.
So, let’s call a spade a spade! I’m already old and am dedicated to documenting that from the inside out. I want to take you on this journey to La La Land, where all of us are ultimately heading. But, because I still can, I’m going to take the road less traveled and wander through all the foreign byways that this planet has to offer. Do I speak any other languages? Nope! Nada de nada! Though my Spanglish has a collection of usable vocabulary and lessons are in the offing.
As soon as my new-camera learning curve is enough accomplished to fumble some more photographs onto this blog, it will again become illustrated. That should be soon, because my new $65 Canon camera replacement battery comes this week. Also, my GoPro videos will soon debut on YouTube to round out the single offering now showing there under Linda J. Brown. That introductory one was professionally produced by my dear friends, George Burdeau and Rock Richardson, but I’ll supplement it with my own amateur attempts which will surely also improve with age.
Webcam interviews of myself and as many expats as I can recruit to sit in my grilling chair should also start to pop. All of this, I had intended to master earlier, you understand, but I’ve been distracted by the move itself.
Three whole weeks have melted away in the process of getting out of Dodge and into Mexico.
An all-night flight and then, recovery from jet lag and two plus weeks in my hostel dormitory; plus, a thrilled discovery of this quaint, colonial town, bursting with the very best restaurants in the whole, wide world. You know that takes forever when you are experiencing true Mexican food and not what passes for it in the States! This is not the sort of place that one can dismiss in a hurry. This is an A#1, linger-longer, sort of a city.
I decided to look for an apartment to rent for at least a few months and some hostel mates put me in touch with Sassha Lambert, who was seeking a roommate to share her fancy apartment in the center of San Miquel. She and I have surely known each other in previous lives and we can spend hours talking about each other’s interesting lives. You will meet her and the town and my new digs in the next few blogs and videos.
You will also be treated to deep ruminating and philosophizing about the true and evident joys of growing older, as you follow my own and other expats’ wonderful experiences with these extra decades which we are all indulging in.
Life grows ever more adventurous, if one is truly willing to live it!
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Wonderful to meet you today here at our complex. I’m sure you will have many adventures in this town. Enjoy the adventure. Cya soon.
Hey Maxine,
Hope to see you again walking about here in San Miquel. Went to UU last Sunday. I don’t think you were there.
Linda