There is a certain amount of comfort in knowing that my high school and college Spanish enables me to communicate my needs. When I do make an error, the real friendly folks repeat what I meant to say. This matches a teaching style that a very kind 1st Grade teacher taught me.
I hear stories about gringos and Canadians that have lived in the Lake Chapala Region for years and years and have yet to try to learn the language of their neighbors (neighbours, if you are Canadian, eh?). I am not sure how or why one would live in Mexico and not make an attempt to learn the language. Lazy or arrogant? I just don't know....
Relax. The pace of life can be what you want it to be. I choose not to wear a watch. We eat when we are hungry and we return to the apartment when we are tired.
When we move in to the house next month, we may establish a routine of sorts and I´ll still read and blog. As stated in my profile --- writing is my therapy --- my platform to vent --- and its become a means to communicate with some of my family.
Anyway, its time to get back to ..... whatever the hell I want.