Boondocking in Mexico
My husband is a newly retired Army vet who has agreed to try living in Mexico. We picked the Yucatan for it's beauty, cost of living, and flight proximity home to Louisiana/Tennessee. I'm thinking tha...
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Boondocking means isolation in the off-season. There are ZERO beaches left for boondocking that are conveniently close to market. Utter boredom leads too many ex-pats to soothe boredom with ****tails. You know what that leads to and it ain't speculation. Many folks limp back to civilization with a monkey on their back. It's not funny. For fifty or so dollars a month SKY offers programs in English unless you like to stare at CNN. After a year and 300 ruins that gets old fast. So do 3AM ocean dips to rinse the sweat that drove you out of bed.
Successful transplants live in Gringolandia colonies or "They Go Native". Learn Spanish gain Mexican friends, learn to relish tacos, empanadas, and tamales. When I encounter a gringoized restaurant I run like hell. Everthing will be awash in sour cream or melted cheese. The real lure of Mexico for most successful transplantees is NOT the pyramids or beaches or quaint colonial cobblestones.
It's the PEOPLE the society that transforms a huge diorama into real feelings for real people. When I walk a hundred meters down a sidewalk in this burg of 2000 souls I do not exaggerate when I state I will shake hands a half dozen times, wave and say "hello" a dozen times -each time I will hear my name called out. When you get to this stage boredom is scarce. I love to see Americans come and become mesmerized for life by becoming part of the community. I feel a closeness down here that I never could really find in the USA.
Successful transplants live in Gringolandia colonies or "They Go Native". Learn Spanish gain Mexican friends, learn to relish tacos, empanadas, and tamales. When I encounter a gringoized restaurant I run like hell. Everthing will be awash in sour cream or melted cheese. The real lure of Mexico for most successful transplantees is NOT the pyramids or beaches or quaint colonial cobblestones.
It's the PEOPLE the society that transforms a huge diorama into real feelings for real people. When I walk a hundred meters down a sidewalk in this burg of 2000 souls I do not exaggerate when I state I will shake hands a half dozen times, wave and say "hello" a dozen times -each time I will hear my name called out. When you get to this stage boredom is scarce. I love to see Americans come and become mesmerized for life by becoming part of the community. I feel a closeness down here that I never could really find in the USA.
