Hell’s Half Acre

Two-E is now a Tropical Storm (Barbara) and must be the cause of the issuing of water from the sky. Normally in the rainy season we get dumped on in the afternoon but the rest of the day is sunny. I think we’ve gone two days (that’s TWO DAYS, PEOPLE!!!) without sun. I . . . → Read More: wet rain wet wet rainy rainy wet

We know time moves much slower down here in Mexico and things are done differently. It will generally take 3 or more tries before you can accomplish anything. But after 4 or 5 days of waiting for the palapero to show up and the security guard to tell him that we wanted to see him (to fix the damage to the palapa) we decided to take things into our own hands. The office doesn’t have Dino’s (our palapero) phone number because they prefer to work with David (dah-veeedth). So we talked to the security guard, who is our contact for Dino and told him we were tired of waiting and wanted to get something going, even if it meant going with David (thems fighting words woman!). Sexto, the head security guard looked all over the security shack and could not, for love or money, come up with Dino’s phone number even though he’d had it onceuponatime. Instead he told us Dino lived nearby and gave us vague directions to Dino’s house. Listening to his directions, I realized that we were going to have to cross the land of grievances. We’ve heard that the land next door is currently in dispute and recently someone came running down the beach with a machete wound to the head, obviously the looser in the dispute of the day. So we were quite wary of passing through this land. Continue reading Finally on Mexican Time

You’ve been warned.

Yesterday I cleaned up the trailer, stowed everything and readied for travel. It has been SO LONG since we’ve done that I think we thought it simply Was No Longer Possible. But not only was it possible, it was surprisingly freeing! I had become so attached to the idea of permanence and so overwhelmed by the thought of packing all the crap up that I think I thought it simply couldn’t be done. And once I got that trailer hitched up behind me, man o man, I was ITCHING to get on the road and on to new adventures. Because making a home for a year in Mexico simply isn’t quite enough adventure for me. I guess I just can’t get enough of seeing new places and things and after Two Whole Months in the same place, this is just too much of the same-old same-old. Continue reading A post in which I piss and moan and whine.

So, after the insane sellers of the “orange” palapa flaked out by simply refusing to respond to our emails, we became very sad and pouted for about a day. That’s when I realized that we really want to do this thing. I’m not sure why but I think the kids are just very . . . → Read More: As the palapa turns, final installment. I hope. We’ll see. Who knows.