So. I don’t think I told you that I’m going to Mexico.
Tomorrow morning. Bright and early. Or, actually, dark and early, because I have to be at the airport by 4:30 am at the latest. But who cares; I’m going to Mexico. In November, which everyone knows is the second most depressing month of the year. I suppose it’s patting myself on the back, but it’s also honest to say that this was excellent planning, time-wise.
Mexico is a home of my heart. Continue reading
For three years during my twenties, I lived in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Over the time I was there, I worked at four different jobs, all with their special challenges. I lived in five different apartments, each with their own quirks. It was a funny time that I look back on with a lot of fond memories. Some of the memories are also a bit surreal and when I think of them, I struggle to reconcile them with reality as I now understand it, but the events made their own kind of sense at the time.
One of the apartments we lived in didn’t really have walls. Continue reading