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.
Since I didn't include a photo of Chico in the ones I put on of my casita, I decided to add this one for you. I know some of you care for him. He is a special dog and means more to me than everything in my casita.
Blackberries, blueberries and strawberries for sale
Inside Salvador's Restaurant
That is the owner, leaning against the wall. Sunday is a busy day for him.
The Sunday buffet is delicious at Salvador's restaurant. It cost me 80 pesos and that included the coffee. To you people in the States, that is approximately six dollars and twenty cents. Not bad, not bad...... Last time I went to a buffet in Portland, it cost me eighteen dollars. Not good, not good.
I apologize for so many photos of the lake. For me the lake is a magic place so I keep taking photos of it. It is different every time I go there. I feel lucky to be living just a block away from it. Today I am going to take my little folding chair down by the lake and sit with Chico in the sunshine. Since I still have a cold, I am going to try to stay away from friends for awhile. The Sunday morning church bells are ringing now. What a wonderful place to live. I am blessed to be able to call this my home.
I have been house sitting for a week out in West Ajijic. I came home last night. Since I have had a cold and sore throat, I didn't leave the house unless it was to walk the dog. It was in a beautiful home. I enjoyed sitting in the garden. But there is no place like home. Riding in the car through town, I saw all the people out and about. Saturday night. Looked like a party at Gossips Restaurant with Chinese lanterns over the street next to it. People crowded around laughing. People were everywhere and I thought to myself how lucky I am to be living in this town. I also thought that when I get over my cold I shouldn't be so afraid to walk around town after dark. I miss all that excitement.
Last night when I was in bed I heard music playing until late in the night. I enjoyed being surrounded with it because it made me feel more a part of all that activity that I saw when I was in the car. I live close to the heart of town. There is a restaurant a couple of blocks away where the expats hang out and also a huge bandstand up the street where the Mexicans have their parties. It was a busy Saturday night. I was glad to be back here with Chico. He missed me. He stayed close to me all night long. I missed him too. Thank God for the love of dogs.