Panic attack. Moving to Mérida is still part of our three-year plan. It was part of our three-year plan three years ago, too. Funny how we’re still at our same Connecticut jobs, still caring for our parents, three years after our decision to head off calamity and build a house in the Centro.
For now the house is more of an investment property. We found tenants (or rather, they found us) who seem really great, and will keep our guppies company for the spring and summer. This has slowed our plans, which needed to happen. It gives us time to think through everything, and in the meantime property values in Connecticut have time to further improve before we finally sell our house.
So why the panic? I still don’t know a lick of the prevailing language. I aced Spanish I and II in high school, went through three levels of Rosetta Stone and one and-a-half on Fluenz. I took a $10 trial from Pimsleur and somehow [Read more...]