Becoming Expats in the Yucatán
Scene: The Adratic Marchegian Club, Derby, Connecticut, which has been rented out for our grand niece’s Sweet 16 party.
The party hasn’t really started yet, but we’re all seated. It’s time to make the announcement.
We address the six family members at our table.
“We have something to tell you.”
“The Best of Mexico By Car” came with a bookmark/Hertz coupon for five whole dollars. Sadly, it has expired and probably won’t be accepted.
We’ve been back-and-forth to Mérida for over six years now, and I still have yet to take the wheel of a car anywhere in Mexico. City driving has never fazed me, but my reluctance to drive in Yucatán has been documented. [Read More…]
A city official addresses a huge crowd in front of the Cathedral to inform the public that we’re moving in for good.
It’s getting closer and closer to “go” time! We’re really getting there! It’s coming!
We thought we’d be there already, but we’re not. A lot of you have already decided that we’re not coming at all. But you’re wrong. Wrong, I tell you. We’re coming. It’s happening.
Getting our “old” house packed and on the market has been tough. Emotionally and physically. I personally just want to pour some gasoline and light a match. But Paul has better sense than me.
Of course, I keep forgetting I’m not in Merida. I’m mentally there every day. Each day I spend a couple hours looking for ways to build out my Yucatan Expat Life project. I’m on the phone, or on Skype, several times a week with associates helping me with YEL. I think YEL has lots of potential, and once I’m there, we’ll accelerate it even more.
So really, I’m there already. But still enjoying a glorious New England summer. It’s the best of both worlds.