How on earth did I live to seventy? I remind myself frequently that many people don’t get here. You can read everyday in the news where people fall off mountains, piss off the wrong crazy, or just wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Living to seventy is definitely a blessing and a gift I don’t take lightly.
My brother didn’t make it. He had a damn brain tumor.
I do my best to not leave life up to chance. I eat salads, go to the gym and not live in…you know, Croatia, Panama, Sri Lanka, or the US.
I know death will catch up with me eventually. This week I had a fever and was certain I had Covid. It’s hard not to be paranoid these days when absolutely everyone I know, including my four year old granddaughters has it. Breathe, relax.
I’m doing my best to be peaceful and live in the moment, and praying for everyone, including you.
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
Older age certainly does bring its challenges but I’m a glass half full kinda person and try to live as positively as I can. It helps! 🙂
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Yup, I’m 75. I know what you mean about living in the US–it’s become a scary place to be. I’m just not sure I’d thrive in Mexico as you do!
One thing to remember, for whatever it’s worth. Not every case of Covid puts you in the hospital. We don’t all get as sick as Lisa’s Mom. Actually, I had a super mild case that took over 20 days to leave my nose. Wishing you well and hoping you stay healthy.
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Mexico does not work for everyone. I suppose the trick is to make our slice of heaven right where we are.
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