Only in Mexico
>> Wednesday, November 08, 2006
There are now time share salesperson's IN the grocery store. At Mega.
Pick up some milk, bread...oh yeah, and a time share.
Wow.
(Please re-read the title of this post.)
There are now time share salesperson's IN the grocery store. At Mega.
Pick up some milk, bread...oh yeah, and a time share.
Wow.
(Please re-read the title of this post.)
Today, my sister and I will be heading out and taking a look at a possible place for C. and I to live. It's a 2 bedroom, 2 bath condo. Let's cross our fingers!
One of the concerns here is that there is NOTHING on the market. We got a call this a.m. that this was available and we'll check it out at 4. Hopefully it's nice and works out. If not, hopefully something else works out.
Four more nights, and I will see my husband, my dog, my house, my bed, my stuff and my other life. (**smile**)
I love it here, but I must admit - going home is worrisome for me--only because it's when I'm actually physically there that I miss my "old" life.
I'm much better with change. Make the decision, DO it, be done. Don't look back. MOVE on. I'm not good with waffling back and forth - and until C. gets here permanently, I feel as if going back and forth is "waffling." You know? I much prefer he comes here. (But then again, it's good to get out of this little place every so often. Everyone says it's absolutely necessary to do so.)
It's such a weird feeling to know that my life is now here (though not 100% of it), yet I still have some "life" back there.
I'm ready for both of my lives to meet up. Here. In Cabo.
I'm bracing myself though, I don't want to be overly sentimental about everything I own. You know? I have a feeling this will happen. Pictures on the wall, my dining room table, my bathroom, my bathTUB, all of my favorite things...
Ugh. This is going to kill me.
Hmm...
Tonight at dinner, an older, middle-aged white woman wearing an ill-fitting halter dress (complete with the obligatory vacation lobster-colored back sunburn), drank entirely too much red wine, shimmied and sang to a mariachi trio that played ALL of the verses of the ever-popular Mexican hit, "La Bamba."
Two thumbs up to that lady.
Definitely an exciting dinner with the fam.
Mexican people, men in particular, are short. I'm not kidding. While waiting outside of the airport today when picking up my brother, I watched the natives.
I'm not kidding - I'd say the average height of a Mexican man is maybe 5' 5". I'm not kidding.
There are days I feel like a GIANT here.
(Other story: On the way to the airport there was a very large cow dead on the side of the road.)