Archive | May, 2025

A Good Accent

25 May

I had a teacher in high school, Mrs Fran Durst. A foreign language was required in those days and for some reason, I chose Spanish.

Graduation photo 1970. I was cute.

I liked Mrs Durst. She was young and fun. One day she made a comment to me that has stayed with me and possibly changed the trajectory of my life. “You have a good accent”.

I don’t remember getting many compliments for school performance. I wasn’t a highly motivated student. But a good accent was a natural talent. I could hear nuance and mimic it. And she was right, I DO have a good accent.

https://lingopie.com/blog/a-quick-guide-to-understanding-mexican-spanish-accents/

I have tried to find Mrs Durst numerous times with no success. I’d like to tell her that I now speak very well. I can carry on a conversation, speak on the phone, understand enough to get by at a doctor’s appointment, and get the car repaired. My reading skills are not the best but I constantly look up words and add them to my vocabulary.

My high school.

Thank you Mrs Durst. I’d love to let you know how much your words shaped my life. I live full time in Mexico and yes, I do have a good accent.

DOS TORTAS

Three Funerals

18 May

Moving to a country that is not our origin takes effort that we did not always foresee. For almost twelve years we have attempted to make friends and create relationships. Some lessons learned –

  1. Traveling “home” to maintain relationships is not as easy as we thought, especially as we age.
  2. People/family do not visit. Travel these days is just not easy.
  3. Most of the people we met and socialized with in the early years of living in Bacalar have moved on. Aging in place has challenges we didn’t foresee.
  4. We’ve made friends with locals and treasure the connections. Barriers have lessened as our language skills have improved.

Another way we have built relationships is by showing up.

In the US, workers and managers don’t really mix, classism at its finest. Things are more muddled here. The economic disparity with the US allows us to hire help with cleaning and house maintenance. Workers take pride in their jobs and we pay them well.

This week we bumped into a friend who has been our massage therapist for many years. She said that her mother was dying and burst into tears. Two days later, our gardener asked for time off since his mother-in-law died. It was Lisa who put it together that they were related. We didn’t know!

Gathering of family and neighbors.

We saw the surprise in peoples’ faces as we showed up to a backyard where a coffin sat to one side marked with candles and flowers. My grandmother taught me that when someone dies you show up, so we did.

Trying to be discreet does not produce the best pictures.

The next day we attended the funeral mass.

It was the third funeral we’ve attended in Mexico. Having a coffin set up in your home is not something we’re used to in the US. In Bacalar, neighbors and family sit together, keeping vigil, telling stories, and eating. We did not stay long, but we showed up and contributed to the expense.

The church of San Joaquin

Attending funerals has made us a part of a world that is very different from ours. We did not expect that this is how we would connect. There will likely be many more in our future.

DOS TORTAS

Bacalar Panteón

Restaurant Cheuinic

11 May

When Lisa and I arrived in Bacalar, Mexico in 2013 it was a small, dusty pueblo with little to offer but inexpensive living and one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. We were ready for a quiet life after retiring from the US rat race.

View from here.

Of course the world changed in ways that none of us could have foreseen. Digital nomads flooded the local economy and Bacalar grew to accommodate. Restaurants and hotels sprouted up everywhere.

Our friends Sam and Juan’s hotel, The Blue Palm.

Last night we tried a new restaurant Cheuinic, to celebrate Sam’s birthday,.

Me, Lisa, Sam and Juan.
Smokey cauliflower on a bed of humus.
A reasonably priced menu. 200p=$10
Squash tostada, my favorite.

I had read the rave reviews before we went to dinner. The food was good and the company was stellar. The trouble is, Lisa and I are no foodies. We prefer simple, uncomplicated food, no matter how pretty the presentation. We always forget too, that Mexican restaurants love to blare music. Nothing is harder than struggling to have a conversation across a large table. In the future we will pay more attention to the environment than the food. We really are getting old.

DOS TORTAS

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