Welcome Back, Codger
One of the things that has been a little grinding about this lifestyle is that we never know how things work. We’re like perpetual toddlers, landing in a new city and having to figure out…
… Not Constantinople
We keep going on about how the places we’ve been visiting are so old. “Ooh, Guanajuato dates to the 1500s!” “Holy shit, Marrakech was founded in 1070.” “Wait a minute, the Phoenicians lost Carthage in…
Landing In Tunis
We’re doing something a little different this time. Up until now, we’ve concentrated on staying in the center wherever we are, either hard by or right in the zocalo or Medina. That kind of took…
Rockin’ The Kasbah
Oh my, it feels good to be back out in the world. Three months in the US was too much. It was full, but other than our daughter Ruby’s wedding what it was full of…
Guanajuato: A Mass Of Igneous WTF
This is the second time we’ve transitioned out of the US. The first was when we started this folly and left for Oaxaca. Our response to that transition was roughly, “Holy shit, we’re really doing…
Hips Don’t Lie
We hadn’t expected to return to the States until our daughter Ruby’s wedding in October, but that was before Dorothy’s hips gave out. Our strategy for medical management was to pay local retail for normal…
Tales Of The Quintana Roo
Our more worldly readers will know that our current location, Chetumal, is in the state of Quintana Roo, as is the rest of the Riviera Maya (Cancun, Cozumel, Tulum…). I love that the name sounds…
Landing In La Habana
As has been exhaustively documented, the actual Landing In Cuba was hellish, but it’s been pretty smooth sailing since then. Our local friend Jenn arranged a driver to pick us up at the airport, which…
Fasten Your Seatbelts. It’s Going To Be A Bumpy Ride…
Well said. Getting to Cuba was easily one of the worst travel experiences of my life. Because of cost and schedule, we weren’t flying from Mexico City directly to Havana. Instead, we flew CDMX to…
Landing in Mexico City
Boy, is Mexico City (CDMX) not Oaxaca, in a whiplash-inducing sort of way. In fact, CDMX has more in common with New York City than it does with Oaxaca. It’s as if Jackson Heights was…