Bruce and Mary are still in their vacation condo, but the day of reckoning is quickly approaching, this month on the beach ends on March 15, 2008. No vacation can last forever and in order to make their escape to Mexico permanent, Bruce plans on getting after plan B. Plan A, the Libros y Suenos Hotel as a possible income property, did not pan out. Let’s see what, if anything, he accomplishes on this particular day in Paradise.
Mary Enjoying Breakfast on the Veranda our our Gulf Coast Condo
I am having this strange dream about me and boyhood chum Howie Solheim having bought a gym in Milaca, near Princeton, MN where we grew up. It only cost 25K but we find that none of the equipment works. I am in the process of trying to renege on the deal when I am awakened by the “Mexican Quickstep”. The cramps are mild, so I’m not concerned but I do think Freud would have a quick interpretation for this dream sequence.
It is daybreak so I stay up and get the coffee going at the same time the workers next door start their day. They are in the tile cutting stage and we’re not sure what is more annoying, the high pitched whine of the tile cutting saws or the superfine grit that finds its way into all parts of our condo. We put up with the noise and have our colorful fruit breakfast on the deck as usual. On this sun splashed day, the beauty of the sparkling waves stretching to the haze where dark blue touches sky blue is all the cure we need for these annoyances.
After busing breakfast dishes Mary and I do our homemade yoga out of a book and then some body weight resistance exercises. Now we feel on top of our game and ready to tackle plan B, the task of figuring out a way to make a little money and stick down here. The end of the vacation part of our escape to México is drawing nigh and it is time to buckle down.
Mary gets out our file and we look at a number of print-outs from our pre-escape research but all the B&Bs or small hotels that are in our price range state cash terms. We have discovered, with our Libros y Suenos Hotel experience, that when they say cash they mean cash. The other print-outs are for properties that are priced, cash or finance, beyond our means, if we want to be honest with ourselves. We have found through experience that self deception can lead you to places that are appear totally different on the inside looking out than what you thought you saw on the outside looking in. But as “W” would say, enough philosophization.
Looks like plan B will have to wait until we get back online, on the next foray into Progreso, to hopefully find more choices and that will have to wait until tomorrow because my small disorder is still rumbling away and I do not want to stray too far from home. But it is a nearly perfect day to relax on our beach, so that’s what we do! Mary does her crosswords and I read my low brow sci-fi between dips in the ocean.
Tom and Pam from Spokane stop by to chat. They tell of a friend of a friend who had an MCI, heart attack, in Progreso, and was whisked to a Mérida hospital. She had stent therapy, same as I had 3 years ago. But the big difference was her experience cost a total of $4000US, mine cost $35,000US. Another difference is my cardiologist stared at his watch while discharging me. This gal’s cardiologist gave her his email address and cell phone number. We had looked at a number of insurance options before coming down, but they all seem too expensive and we thought we’d just go self-insured, ie: without, until we figured something out while living here. But after hearing this story and with some other research we might stay pat for awhile yet. We can afford $4000.
The construction workers have knocked off for the day so we decide to play dominoes on the deck. Appropriately, Mexican Train is our game of choice. I win for the first time in many matches but Mary keeps the score respectable. Even though I won almost every hand she has this most annoying habit of getting stuck with very few pips. On one hand I stuck her with just one tile and then it was a double zero! I felt like I lost.
The sun is nearing the horizon as we finish up the game and it occurs to me that we have not actually seen the sun set, right into the ocean. Hurriedly we rush out the door and onto the beach. Walking quickly we traverse the shoreline west, hollering “Hola” to Justo our condo neighbor who is leaning on his deck railing enjoying the view. We round the bend and see the sun about one diameter above the indistinct horizon. It sinks quickly and then seems to momentarily flatten against the edge of the world before sinking into the ocean in an orange blaze and is gone. I feel like a child when I wonder why the day isn’t instantly dark, because the sun has suddenly disappeared.
We leisurely walk back to the condo, and we feel almost like you do when you exit out onto the sidewalk after a good movie at the theatre; somehow your surroundings seem surreal.
Back in the condo, I’m quickly brought back to reality by another cockroach sighting. It’s not exactly as if I’m a serial cockroach killer, we’ve only been visited by a few but I must say, all modesty aside, that I have developed quite the cockroach killing blow. With a magazine or shoe in hand I hit them with just the right amount of force to kill but not mash, which is messy. I deliver the perfect killing blow to this unfortunate cockroach and dispose of the carcass with nothing left behind for cockroach CSI.
We’re starting early, so we watch a couple DVD movies: All of Me, for which Steve Martin should have received an Academy Award and then we view Tom Hank’s Castaway. The mini movie marathon concludes at 10:30 and we are aghast, this is the latest we’ve been up for weeks. Off to bed and tomorrow we’ll check out the Shangrila gym and get online to investigate the local scene for small hotels and B&Bs that are on the market.
Thanks for visiting gentle reader. What do you think Bruce and Mary will accomplish tomorrow? Mary is on task but Bruce seems to be in the moment a bit much, don’t you think? Bruce appreciates any and all commentary. To comment, click on the post title and scroll down. Bruce acknowledges all comments in, what they call north of the border, “real time”. For those of you impatient with this blog getting caught up to real time please visit Bruce’s other blog which is current: http://setfreeinmexico.com/