the adventures of dos tortas

It must be time for a progress report. There are no pressing deadlines. It’s just “keepin on keepin on”. We have a garage sale scheduled for March 9th. If you’re in the area, please stop by. Today’s plan is to prep for the sale. I am clearly not prepping, I am blogging.

Some accomplishments from our “to do” list:

Lisa’s passport renewal mailed – check.
Outside of the house painted – check.
Last Hurrah birthday party – check.
Second payment on the property will be completed this week – check.
Title Company is in place for us to self-sell our house – check.

The party was fun. We had music by Las Gabacha-chas aka the Therapy Sisters. It was a great opportunity to showcase our house.

Much to our sorpresa, a neighbor called la policia and complained that we were making too much noise at 8:15p on a Saturday! The officer looked embarrassed to find an adult party where no one was drinking or smoking. When we were in Mexico in December 2012, a quinceañera was going on down the street with music blaring ALL NIGHT…I kid you not. I woke at 3am and it sounded like it was in our bedroom! A friend told me that it’s “not a real party unless the police show up.”

Only in the US apparently.

The Last Hurrah in our Austin house. Celebrating my birthday and our adios.

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

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.