
esperanza
Apr 9, 2003, 6:41 PM
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In the many years that I've been traveling and living in Mexico, I've seen one thing over and over. Folks come here...perhaps especially here to the Lake Chapala area...and fall in love with what appears to be absolute Paradise. It's analogous to developing a romantic crush on a handsome/pretty face. Bugambilia hangs everywhere, tile roofs meet whitewashed walls, painted wooden shutters pique the curiosity as to what's behind there, fruit trees droop with the weight of oranges, mangos, limones, and bananas, cobblestones echo the clippety-clop of hooves. People from colder climes walk around starry-eyed with the glory of a sun-washed indoor/outdoor life in a temperate zone, and the starry-eyed night sky accentuates their sighs of pleasure. And they buy a condo, or a house, and move down forever...or until the rose-colored glasses come off. Guess what, folks~wherever you go, there you are. Life here in 'paradise' has more to do with what's inside you than with what's going on in town. It's more about what goes on behind your personal walls~the physical walls of your own home and the psychological walls of your mind~than about what happens at the parties, restaurants, and other social events. Mexico will not solve anybody's life problems. On the contrary, life in a strange culture and language will accentuate those problems. Whether we stay in our own home towns or move to the end of the world, retirement life brings us face to face with ourselves in a new way. There's no longer the buffer and distraction of work to keep us from staring at ourselves in the mirror. The distraction of volunteer work, the buffer of entertaining and being entertained won't last forever...folks, ultimately it's about the man (or woman) in the mirror. If you're not really happy where you are, you're not going to be happy here. A year or two down the road, all of a sudden the reality of life-as-she-is-lived dawns, and all too often people wake up to the fact that they're pretty miserable here in Paradise. It's analogous to suddenly realizing that the object of your crush snores, uses bad grammar, and has terrible table manners. What to do? Back to the old home place in the States or Canada? Pick a new town, a new state, a new province, a new country? Rather than look outside oneself, it's better to check out what's going on inside and then make the decision. And definitely rent first. ; ^ ) http://www.mexicocooks.typepad.com
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