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Memories

18 Feb

Over the years we have gathered memories in the form of photos, journals, high school year books, etc. Some of the photos are in albums but most are totally disorganized in boxes. And in the tradition of my mother, there are no dates, names or identifying information. I stare at the pictures and try to determine the age of my children or siblings and what we were doing. I have pretty much divided the pictures between my three children, with some that I wish to keep. It has been a slow process and I want to stop strangers on the street and tell them to START ORGANIZING YOUR PICTURES NOW, before it’s too late! Or maybe I’m the only person who keeps photos in boxes in the top of my closet, but I don’t think so. I once went to a party and met guys with book shelves full of travel photos, organized in three ring binders by trip, year and clearly labeled. I’m afraid I never got that gene. Sure, I should scan them to CDs or the Cloud, but that’s not gonna happen. I also have a box of hand written journals that I started keeping about age 14 after reading The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. I have made my daughter swear that she will not read them until I am dead. They are boxed and ready for shipment. Pulling up roots has certainly been more of a self discovery process than I imagined. But truthfully, it’s one of the reasons we’re doing it.

Dos Tortas do San Francisco 1996

Dos Tortas do San Francisco 2006

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Turkey 2010

The Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe

13 Feb

I have always been a fan of Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe. I have several statues and framed pictures of her gracing our home in Austin. I also know that I want to participate in the traditions of our new community. She is very important in Mexico and when I saw the announcement for the procession and mass, I was in. The evening of December 12 we waited in the zocalo for the parade that was winding it’s way through Bacalar. The sky was menacing and we were hoping the rain would hold. After a half hour the procession rounded la esquina. The statue was beautiful with 20-30 people following. As soon as they passed, we ran toward the church as the sky opened and it POURED! We ended up sitting in the most beautiful candle-lit church with windows and doors open to the elements. I wish I’d taken a picture. It was so serene. We lit candles giving thanks for finding this most beautiful home.

Procession Quadalupe 2012

Procession 2012

Day Three – Waterskiing

8 Feb

The “carrot” for Lisa to move to Bacalar with me was that she could have a boat. For almost 20 years I have know that her dream is to own property on water that is home to a ski boat. I am not a fan of things that go vroom, so I have been less than supportive of the idea. I’m more of a kayak, sail boat, bicycle kinda gal. When Steven (our realtor) rounded up some friends to take us out on the lake, the water was “like glass”, which is perfect for water skiing, or so I am told. The guys were a lot of fun and watching Jimmy (boat owner) get up on skis for the first time was a blast. But the significant thing that happened for us was that we stopped at David’s house. He is a part-time resident with a lot that is approximately the same size and slope as the one we considered. His property provided us with a vision of what we could do with the lot we visited, where we would put the house, etc. All of a sudden, the pieces fell into place. I will post pictures of the property next time.

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Lisa having the time of her life.

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Clouds reflected in the Laguna de Siete Colores

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David’s dock and terraced property.

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The perfect reflection.

 

Sometimes You Need a Little Inspiration

7 Feb

The master key to your success is to keep moving in the direction of your dream. Things are going to happen to trip you up. There will be long dry spells where nothing appears to be taking place. Stay focused on your dream ~ even in the midst of all of the disappointments, setbacks, and rejections. Keep falling for…ward. The universe will align itself and respond to your efforts and your energy.

There will be times when you may feel…”I just can’t do anything else…I’m tired and exhausted.” Stay focused on your dream. Dig down deep, and know that you will get a second wind. Doors will open you did not see. Keep the faith. Believe in yourself, and hold on to your dream!!! ~Les Brown

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Mexican ER (I think)

3 Feb

I have never had a urinary track infection (UTI) in my life, but by lunchtime on day one in Bacalar, I knew something was very wrong. I was peeing frequently and it hurt and was getting worse. We had seen what appeared to be a clinic not far from our casita. The red cross and ambulance parked outside were the clue. So off we went to experience first hand the Mexican health-care system. Going up to a window, I announced, “quiero ver un doctor“, and they handed me the usual clipboard. Not being Mexican, having a local address or phone did not seem to be a problemo. We sat in a waiting room filled mostly with moms and little ones. It could have been a pediatric clinic for all I knew. After about 20 minutes I saw a doctor who asked me all the questions you would expect, symptoms, how long, etc. while he poked and prodded my abdomen. Since I understood him and responded in Spanish, he did not speak to me in English so I don’t know his English-speaking abilities. He prescribed antibiotics and looked at me curiously when I suggested that maybe I should, “pee in a cup?” His response was a bit of a chuckle and “why? it’s obviously an infection,” shook my hand and moved on. I couldn’t argue with his logic, especially when I had almost total relief in less than 24 hours. The entire experience lasted about 45 minutes and cost me $15 which included two medications they handed me before I left. The encounter was very different from any ER visit I’ve been subject to in the US. While basic, it did not feel like, “cover your butt” medicine that tests for every possible ill. I left feeling confident that I’ll get adequate health care at the hands of the Mexican medical system.

Day One Bacalar

30 Jan

Getting off the bus, we grabbed a taxi to Casita Carolina, our home away from home for the next two weeks. We dropped our bags and walked to the water and out on to the dock. There are no words to express the beauty of the water and the sky. I immediately put on my bathing suit and went for a swim. It was fabulosa. The next day we met with Steven (stevenbacalar@gmail.com), our realtor who swept us off to see available property in the area. I wish I could say that we found just what we were looking for, but by the end of the day we were both disappointed and drained, and then I ended up at the emergency clinica…

The lawn slopping down to the laguna.

The lawn slopping down to the laguna.

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Busy Week

28 Jan

This has been a busy week for Dos Tortas. Lisa worked all weekend to get the computer room painted. It looks like a completely different room. Today she power washed the outside of the house to get it ready to paint. I went to the Mexican Consulate this week to get information on immigrating to Mexico. My friend Karen in Mexico put me in touch with an immigration lawyer who has put together the details as he’s determined them to be of the new laws that went into affect in September 2012. There has been much confusion as to what the new laws are and this document spells it out in a very understandable way.

http://www.mymexicanlawyer.com/

Renovated Office

Renovated Office

January Progress Report

21 Jan

Damos gracias for a three-day weekend to move along the preparation for the move to Bacalar, Mexico. Major things have happened and continue to happen, even though people have said, “but you’re not leaving until July!” We know better. There’s much to do and time is short. This month we purchased a 6×10 cargo trailer and moved it to the driveway in front of our house. It serves as a storage unit for garage sale items as we clean out closets, drawers and rooms. We also made a trip to Target and purchased 20, 30-gallon plastic tubs for $6 each. Score! It makes sorting that much easier.

Our catch-all room, the “computer room” which served as massage studio, office, yarn/craft room and bicycle-gear storage room had been slated for painting this month. I’m happy to say that the room is empty and Lisa is texturing and prepping the walls for painting as I write. This is HUGE! The room was our nemesis. Much of its contents are stacked in our living room to be gone through nightly while watching TV…photos, diplomas, books, knitting patterns, tax returns, old love letters, geesh. Years of not being responsible certainly can bite one in the tush.

Another milestone is that Lisa got new pictures to renew her passport. We also have an appointment on Tuesday to meet with a Title Company to talk about self-selling our house. You can see that there are many things that must be considered. Cleaning up 20 years of our lives has certainly been an emotional process. What to do with the toys I keep for my grandson to play with when he visits? If I give them to him they will disappear in his electronic playland. Sigh. Good thing we’re prepping for the biggest adventure of our lives. Stay tuned dear readers. February is right around the corner and believe me there’s more to do.

 

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From Tulum to Bacalar

19 Jan

After months of suenos of Bacalar, Mexico, Lisa and I were finally on our way. We had flown into Cancun and traveled to Tulum to visit the town, pyramids and our friends Karen and Skip. I think I held my breath all the way from Tulum to Bacalar. What if it wasn’t what we wanted? What then? The highway was smooth which made travel rapido y comoda. It was two lanes with wide shoulders (perfect for cycling), with an occasional exit for somewhere else, a few casitas and mostly long stretches of thick jungle. What I found out later was that the highway passed through Sian Ka’an,  a million acres of a biosphere reserve, i.e. protected wetlands, tropical forests, mangroves, and home to over 300 species of birds and wild monkeys. It borders on the Caribbean and has only five entradas. Sian Ka’an is Mayan for ‘Origin of the Sky’. This amazing ecological wonder is within dos horas de Bacalar and literally in our back yard and is available for camping, kayaking, birding and many other activities.

As our bus chugged along, I kept watching for a glimpse of the lake. I knew we had to be getting close and I wanted badly to see if it was as beautiful as I hoped. FINALLY, off in the trees, aqua azul! I was confused when the bus driver announced almost immediately, “Bacalar”. I thought I’d misunderstood. The lake is 55 km long; surely we couldn’t be there already! But we were. The lake is not visible from the highway, and one could miss it if they didn’t glance to their left as you pass through town.

We gathered our luggage and found a taxi to our destination, Casita Carolina. This was one of the first times we’d made reservations while traveling, usually we lean toward spontaneity. As we got off the bus, Lisa and I looked at each other and grinned from ear to ear. This felt like our new home. Bienvenidos a Bacalar.

Casita Carolina – the website is filled with information about Bacalar.

The lawn slopping down to the laguna.

The lawn slopping down to the laguna.

The common area where travelers access the computer and visit.

The common area where travelers access the computer and visit.

Lisa relaxing in the shade at Casita Carolina.

Lisa relaxing in the shade at Casita Carolina.

The Trip to Bacalar

13 Jan

In summer 2012 it became clear that I could be available to retire from my state job in 2013. After a conversation with the retirement office and a purchase of back service, I determined that a retirement date of July 31, 2013 was possible. The annuity would be small and living in Austin with it’s increasing taxes would be challenging to say the least. With Lisa’s help we created a plan. With my small annuity and her VA disability check, just maybe we could afford to retire and travel as we’ve always dreamed.

The search for a retirement location was narrowing and everything pointed to Bacalar in southern Yucatan. It was time for a visit to see el pueblo for ourselves. The trip would also be an opportunity to stop in Tulum on the way to Bacalar to visit my friend Karen and see her house.

We planned the trip for the first two weeks in December and made arrangements to fly into Cancun. We left on a Friday and arrived among the beach vacation and bachelor-party crowd, already in flip-flops and ready to soak up the sun (them not us). I stopped at the kiosk in the airport for ADO (ah-day-OH) bus line and got our tickets to Tulum. Buses in Mexico are clean and comfortable. We arrived easily and found the Weary Traveler Hostel not far from the bus terminal. Hostels can be a fun way to connect with other travelers in a laid back environment. For about $30 a night, we had a basic room, communal kitchen, breakfast and a free bus ride to the beach.

We spent the weekend exploring the pyramids, visiting Karen and Skip’s house and hanging out on the beach. Come Monday morning, we were ready to put Tulum behind us and head off to Bacalar.

ADO is a government supplemented transportation company that offers extensive and efficient transportation services.

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The Weary Traveler

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Los Arboles Tulum – An off-the-grid community near Tulum Mexico

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Karen & Skip’s beautiful home on five acres in the jungle is waiting for their solar panels.

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