Mexico How-To
All By Myself (dont want to be)…
Alone in Mexico. All alone. Sadly, tragically and temporarily alone. Except for all the people and the 5 dogs I am hopelessly, existentially, maudlinly alone. Except for this beer swilling American on my left and that little guy reading The Bali Post to my right I am shipwrecked, abandoned, solo and sad. I used to love […]
23Jul2008 | Jillian | 1 comment | ContinuedThis Week´s Big Idea
I´ll never get around to implementing all my brilliant ideas so here´s one that´s up for grabs. Consider it my gift to you.
What: a 1950s American kitch style soda fountain, serving milk shakes and patty melts, etc. It will appeal to expatting baby boomers as well as locals. Keep the menu simple and make the theme the […]
Positive! Positive Positive Positive!
I have a tendency to forget. Why I wanted a break from the States and why being here was at first so enthralling. There are things I really love and appreciate about living in Mexico. Lets see if I can name a few…
As mentioned in a previous post, I cherish the personal freedom to treat myself […]
Veil Dropping In Merida
My first attempt at belly dancing class - in which, I chucked a U-ie on the Circuito Colonias where, apparently a U-ie ought not be chucked, and subsequently talked myself out of a ticket and ergo was escorted with lights flashing to a dance studio in the neighborhood of, but not precisely where class was being held - […]
18Jul2008 | Jillian | 0 comments | ContinuedThat Must Not Mean What I Think It Means
Mari couldn’t come to the house today because of a scheduling conflict: there is a junta at Marieli’s school that she was expected to attend.
Unless the Progreso mothers are planning a violent overthrow of Candelaria elementary, that word must have a slightly less camouflaged coup d’etat meaning than I had previously thought.
No Direction Home
It’s a very simple question, or it should be, and the answer was always automatic. Perhaps you pause before you state your age or invert the last four digits of your home and mobile phone numbers, but your home address you don’t forget. We’ve lived in Mexico for a year and a half and I […]
24Mar2008 | Jillian | 2 comments | ContinuedTake My Puppy, Please
Further incentive for lovers of all things cute and small: the vermin that live on dogs may cause damage to baby making parts. According to Marcelo and Mari, who know a woman who was married for five years and didn’t have a baby, dogs were the cause. I am sure they think it is strange […]
10Mar2008 | Jillian | 0 comments | ContinuedC’est Normal!
“Bureaucracy is the structure, and set of regulations in place to control activity, usually in large organizations and government.”
It’s not all margaritas and siestas, folks. And we all know that before we move in, we do. It’s just a tiny bit maddening when you’ve been driving a rental car for 97 days and you simply […]
How to Not Be Mistaken for a Lady of the Evening (or late afternoon)
Don’t drink alone in bars (even if you’re reading a Difficult Novel)
Don’t wear cowboy boots with denim shorts (AKA the Britney dictum)
Don’t buy wine, baby oil and boy shorts on the same shopping trip (even if those items are truly unrelated)
Don’t wave. don’t even raise your hand above your shoulders. not even if there’s a […]
Zen and the Art of Combi Riding
With our Jeep in the shop, anxiously awaiting new tie rods to be shipped from the United States, we have found ourselves making our Chelem to Progreso commute on combis. Combis are a kind of community shuttle, usually a white van that explores the full spectrum of maintenance from sleek, air-conditioned new models to older, […]
17Jan2008 | Malcolm | 1 comment | ContinuedSKY Satellite TV Installation a Snap; Service Less Than Awesome
Television coverage out at the beach is a serious issue, and one that we hadn’t tackled. We haven’t had any TV service since we’ve lived here, and it was time to get serious about getting some on-couch entertainment installed.
When we first lived here, during our first couple of months at the fantastic Suites Del Sol, we […]
Once Upon a Time at El Gallito
Eating is an integral component to every working day. My grandfather used to take a manly metal lunchbox that my grandmother packed with last night’s dinner to his job sites as a plumber. In my imagination, Jack polished off his cold pot roast and canned peas before 9 am and joined his buddies for a […]
29Nov2007 | Jillian | 0 comments | Continued
