with my life, and my life in this place. I know it wouldn’t be for everyone, but I love it.
Yes, I get aggravated at times but over all I love it. It can be noisy, and dirty, and sometimes it smells like pee. But I hear laughing throughout the day, every day. People smile a lot. Shy smiles, big smiles, every kind.
Things are different here. I like that. I like walking to the mercado for fruits and vegetables. I like going to the merceria for thread. I go to the fruit & nut place for dried fruit and nuts. I go to a half dozen stores to get my shopping done. I use cash, not credit cards.
I like the little daily connections. Buying a paper from the young man at a stop light. Tipping the “viene viene” guy in the parking lot. Tipping the person who bags my groceries. Greeting our favorite alcoholic car wash guys. Greeting the dentista who loves Henry.
I like the small community. I like knowing people well, and having the time to get to know them well. It still feels like a luxury to me. Just today my book group came over to discuss a book and have lunch and it reminded me just how lucky I am to know so many interesting, kind, intelligent, and funny people.
I love that any time I want pretty much I can jump on my bike or take a walk or call someone and get together. After a lifetime of responsibility and hard work and thriftiness I can now relax and do what I want. Sometimes I want to read all day. Sometimes a long walk. Sometimes we go to the beach and just marvel at our luck to be enjoying the sun and the sand.
I love that I have a wonderful partner to share life with – who has plenty of interests of his own so when we come together we are glad to see each other and have lots to talk about. Our life view is so similar that we hardly argue and the stress in our lives is so minimal it is laughable.
It’s a combination of luck and good planning, but whatever the reason, I am glad we moved to Mexico and that we chose Mazatlán for our home.