When we were looking for houses, this little tune kept running in my head. I wonder why.
That’s the theme song of the show that first alerted us to Merida. Possibly they were a little too late. Seems a lot of other people, many from the west coast or Canada, were aware of this colonial city in the Yucatan long before we were.
I had always thought of Mexico as a string of cruise ship stops. I had no interest in visiting. We’ve visited a dozen other countries before taking the relatively easy trip to the Yucatan.
So as we walked the streets of the Gringo Gulch, I’d improvise the Suzanne Whangish voiceover: “House number one is in a great location but needs work. House number two has lots of light and space, but is just a little over budget. House number three looks great, but can they deal with the sandblasting operation next door?”
We’ve agreed that we don’t want to be on House Hunters, which, to ease production, often features couples who have already made their decisions before filming begins. If I’m going to be on a reality show, I want the high-drama ones where I’m allowed to throw a tantrum and break things.