As we dwell more on what we’re going to do this summer to enjoy the great Northeast, before I start a heavy travel schedule in September, I wonder what I’ll write on this blog. It started as a journal of discovering a fascinating new place, then of a frustrating property hunt, and then as a home-builder’s diary. Now what? Until we start decorating, I’m running on fumes here.
I’ve been trying to focus less on my personal musings and more on more helpful, evergreen stories over at Yucatan Expat, where I’ve been contributing stories, often re-writes from newspaper accounts. I’ve worked the rewrite desk at newspapers, so it’s an easy job for me. The Yucatan Times often picks up my stories (I allow excerpting with a link back) broadening their exposure. If I can cut and paste a story from Diario de Yucatán, why can’t the Times cut and paste from me?
Yucatan Expat is different than Imagine Mérida in ways beyond their refusal to put accent marks on Yucatán or Mérida. It strives to be helpful to people expecting to live in Yucatán one day, and follows incidents that indicate the peninsula’s investment value. The on-again-off-again ferry from Tampa, new construction, government projects … stuff like that which communicates a welcoming environment for foreigners.
Ow, my head. My head hurts from finding topics for this blog, but that’s not all. We celebrated just a little too much last night to inaugurate our deck for the season. We almost stopped imagining Mérida for awhile, although the topic may have come up once or twice. I think we’re both going to be in New England and the Hudson Valley for the next few months, both physically and mentally. There will be management issues having to do with Casa Nana’s maintenance and operation, and I’m still consulting on a handful of book projects, but we want to be totally present for what we hope is a nice summer up here.