House Hunting

I've decided to look for a new house to rent. With housing prices finally falling and the low season in full swing, many properties are for rent and negotiating is possible. The owners of my house are going to retire and move here, perhaps next year, so it seems that now is the time .

I've always liked La Floresta; in fact I lived in lower LF when I first arrived in Mexico. The cobbled streets are wide and in pretty good shape. And lots of trees, which I need to keep my body temperature down. I've found four houses which I will look at later today and report back. If I decide to move I am willing to sign a one year lease and if the landlord and house are really wonderful I'll sign a five year lease after trying the house for the first year. I don't want to move but I want THE house that I can stay in until I die. Of course, that's what I found with my Eichler in Portland and then I moved here . . .

Another Perspective on Mexico by Linda Ellerbee

One Journalist’s View By Linda Ellerbee taken from the Banderas News

Sometimes I’ve been called a maverick because I don’t always agree
with my colleagues, but then, only dead fish swim with the stream
all the time. The stream here is Mexico.

You would have to be living on another planet to avoid hearing how
dangerous Mexico has become, and, yes, it’s true drug wars have
escalated violence in Mexico, causing collateral damage, a phrase
I hate. Collateral damage is a cheap way of saying that innocent
people, some of them tourists, have been robbed, hurt or killed.

But that’s not the whole story. Neither is this. This is my story. I’m a
journalist who lives in New York City, but has spent considerable time in
Mexico, specifically Puerto Vallarta, for the last four years.

I’m in Vallarta now. And despite what I’m getting from the U.S. media,
the 24-hour news networks in particular, I feel as safe here as I do
at home in New York, possibly safer. I walk the streets of my Vallarta
neighborhood alone day or night. And I don’t live in a gated community,
or any other All-Gringo neighborhood. I live in Mexico. Among Mexicans.
I go where I want(which does not happen to include bars where
prostitution and drugs are the basic products), and take no more
precautions than I would at home in New York; which is to say I don’t
wave money around, I don’t act the Ugly American, I do keep my eyes
open, I’m aware of my surroundings, and I try not to behave like a fool.

I’ve not always been successful at that last one. One evening a friend
left the house I was renting in Vallarta at that time, and, unbeknownst
to me, did not slam the automatically- locking door on her way out. Sure
enough, less than an hour later a stranger did come into my house. A
burglar? Robber? Kidnapper? Killer? Drug lord?

No, it was a local police officer, the “beat cop” for our neighborhood,
who, on seeing my unlatched door, entered to make sure everything
(including me) was okay. He insisted on walking with me around the
house, opening closets, looking behind doors and, yes, even under beds,
to be certain no one else had wandered in, and that nothing was missing.
He was polite, smart and kind, but before he left, he lectured me on
having not checked to see that my friend had locked the door behind her.
In other words, he told me to use my common sense.

Do bad things happen here? Of course they do. Bad things happen
everywhere, but the murder rate here is much lower than, say, New Orleans,
and if there are bars on many of the ground floor windows of houses here,
well, the same is true where I live, in Greenwich Village, which is
considered a swell neighborhood — house prices start at about $4 million
(including the bars on the ground floor windows).

There are good reasons thousands of people from the United States are
moving to Mexico every month, and it’s not just the lower cost of living,
a hefty tax break and less snow to shovel. Mexico is a beautiful country,
a special place. The climate varies, but is plentifully mild, the culture
is ancient and revered, the young are loved unconditionally, the old are
respected, and I have yet to hear anyone mention Britney Spears, Lindsay
Lohan, or Madonna’s attempt to adopt a second African child, even though,
with such a late start, she cannot possibly begin to keep up with
Anglelina Jolie.

And then there are the people. Generalization is risky, but—in general—
Mexicans are warm, friendly, generous and welcoming. If you smile at them,
they smile back. If you greet a passing stranger on the street, they greet
you back. If you try to speak even a little Spanish, they tend to treat you
as though you were fluent. Or at least not an idiot. I have had taxi drivers
track me down after leaving my wallet or cell phone in their cab. I have had
someone run out of a store to catch me because I have overpaid by twenty
cents. I have been introduced to and come to love a people who celebrate a
day dedicated to the dead as a recognition of the cycles of birth and death
and birth — and the 15th birthday of a girl, an important rite in becoming
a woman — with the same joy.

Too much of the noise you’re hearing about how dangerous it is to come to
Mexico is just that — noise.

But the media love noise, and too many journalists currently making it don’t
live here.

Some have never even been here. They just like to be photographed at night,
standing near a spotlighted border crossing, pointing across the line to some
imaginary country from hell.

It looks good on TV.

Another thing. The U.S. media tend to lump all of Mexico into one big bad
bowl. Talking about drug violence in Mexico without naming a state or city
where this is taking place is rather like looking at the horror of Katrina
and saying, “Damn. Did you know the U.S. is under water?” or reporting on
the shootings at Columbine or the bombing of the Federal building in
Oklahoma City by saying that kids all over the U.S. are shooting their
classmates and all the grownups are blowing up buildings. The recent rise
in violence in Mexico has mostly occurred in a few states, and especially
along the border. It is real, but it does not describe an entire country.

It would be nice if we could put what’s going on in Mexico in perspective,
geographically and emotionally.

It would be nice if we could remember that, as has been noted more than
once, these drug wars wouldn’t be going on if people in the United States
didn’t want the drugs, or if other people in the United States weren’t
selling Mexican drug lords the guns. Most of all, it would be nice if more
people in the United States actually came to this part of America (Mexico
is also America, you will recall) to see for themselves what a fine place
Mexico really is, and how good a vacation (or a life) here can be. So come
on down and get to know your southern neighbors. I think you’ll like it here. Especially the people.

A Lovely Bunch of . . . Bananas

My banana tree broke and fell over this morning. This bunch of bananas is the result--it's about 2.5 ft. long and weighs over 50 lbs. A banana only has one blossom in it's life and one bunch of fruit. I will try to get a photo of the blossom. When the gardener comes this afternoon, he will remove the tree which will allow the other smaller trees to grow and produce more bananas. The bunch is hanging over the terraza but hopefully won't attract bees and wasps for quite a while. I'll cut a "hand" of fruit off and give it to the gardener every week as I can't possibly eat them all before they rot. God is good!

Rainbirds

This is a cicada--a rainbird in Mexico. A diviner of rain--usually 6 weeks from the first piercing "song". I heard my first rainbird the evening of April 1. Accordingly, only 1 more week until the rains come--hurray!! Of course, if the rains come next week they will be almost a month early as our usual rainy seasons starts between the 10th & 15th of June. We will be grateful for any rain at this point. I'm told there was a bit of a sprinkle while I was in South America in January. Otherwise, it's been rainless since the middle of October. Traditionally this area gets between 1/2-1 inch of rain a month during the dry season. This will be the second year with no rain during the dry season. The dust is high as are the temperatures--close to 90 most of the time and not getting below about 65 at night. Before the rains come the temps will be around 100.

The first two weeks of the rainy season will be miserable. The accumulated heat in the buildings and rocky soil will permeate the humid air and cause a very tropical feel. I can take the dry heat better than the humid heat the first part of June. Then everything will settle down, including the dust, until October when the rains stop and the cycle repeats itself.