Wednesday, December 12, 2007
We've been living in Mexico for 7 months. Adjusting to the BEST weather in this hemisphere has been easy. Adjusting to the altitude has been easy. Adjusting to water rules has been easy. (We don't use tap water to brush our teeth. We only pay 15 - 20 pesos for a 20 L bottle of water.)
It really has been easy.
Never mind the cultural differences -- waking up to fireworks, church bells, or Mariachi bands is wonderful. Never mind the language differences -- I am often finding myself questioning whether I just conducted that conversation/encounter in Spanish or English (Billy talks in his sleep in Spanish, sometimes). Never mind the hilly village with rocky roads -- I'm getting exercise and losing weight.
I absolutely love living in Axixic. What better place is there to lick one's wounds and heal? What better place to become a new person? What better place to live the last third of your life?
There is no place like home. There is no place like home. There is no place like home.
I'm here. [Put the slippers away, Memo (may - moe)]