Have you ever considered retiring in Mexico? Have you wondered about daily living in a foreign country where you don't speak the language? What about hotels, hospitals, doctors, restaurants, banks, real estate and cultural activities? This is a diary of my daily life in Lake Chapala and other areas of Mexico. I don't speak Spanish. I am a single retired woman. I hope this blog will give you an idea of what to expect if you decide to make the move.
This morning I received an e mail from a friend saying she is moving out of here. I wonder how many other expats are going to make that same...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Cemetery in San Juan Cosala
I took a taxi out to the Racquet Club to talk with a woman about house sitting for her. When I got there she said she thought I wouldn't work out because I don't have a car. She knew that as I had told her I was taking a taxi out to see her. I also told her that I don't have a car. I guess she was just curious to see me. I trudged back down the hill. I was not happy. But I found the cemetery and took photos. The live flowers had all died but the artificial ones looked beautiful. I am sorry I missed all the action at the cemetery on the Day of the Dead. I had no idea what I was missing. Next year.... Hopefully, I will be around next year. The last photo is a reminder to all of us to make every day count. I read online somewhere that the Day of the Dead is the biggest and most expensive holiday in Mexico. It outshines Christmas. Maybe that is why so many Mexicans have a good perspective on life. They know what is important and what isn't. Making a wasted trip to see a woman who had no intention of hiring me in the first place means nothing in the big scheme of my life.