The Deeper Experience of Living in Mexico Vs. Visiting It
Updated July, 2017
Every week since moving to Mexico as a single woman, I am asked if I have seen a particular town or famous tourist destination; the Frida Kahlo Museum or the Mayan ruins. I have to guiltily shake my head no.
I distinctly remember its passing, that need to sight-see. It was ten years ago and I was walking down Strawberry Street in Richmond, Virginia, having just finished a cheeseburger at the iconic Strawberry Street Cafe.
No longer winter and not yet spring, wet leaves still matted the streets and the dogwoods were just beginning to bud. Out of nowhere, to my surprise and horror, I became conscious that I had lost my interest in travel.
When I even hinted to friends that I was not that motivated to go anywhere, their reaction was what I’d expect if I had said I had never taken a taxi.
So to divert them, I’d pepper them with questions about their trips, about what they saw and how they chose the destination, hoping to fire up the desire and feeling very panicky in its absence. I hear about the tours, the scenery, the views.
I remember that my grandmother used to watch television travel shows. Years later she became convinced she had actually been there. Like in the movie Total Recall (the 1990 version with Arnold Schwarzenegger) she remembered in vivid detail places she'd never been.
Even then I thought that was very cool. Maybe I could do that instead of going to all that trouble packing, spending,waiting and sweating.
I have however over the last few years spent several hours discussing in a language not my own the transforming qualities of loss with a Mexican whom I have only just met. I have had numerous hilarious “Is-it-Mexico-or-is-it-just-Juan (Alejandro, Jesus, or Ricardo)?” debates with my expat girlfriends.
I’ve haggled with Mazatlán cab drivers in the middle of the night until we both broke down laughing. I’ve studied the ocean in every mood and every quality of light and throughout pitch black nights when only the starry points of light from fishing boats provided comfort in an inky void. I have piloted a little ferry boat for my friend Felipe to the lone sound of fish breaching the water in the darkness along the tiny inlet of El Cid.
Scuba diving years ago in the Florida Keys, I remember my PADI instructor telling us not to swim too hard when far below the surface, that if you breathe normally and sit quietly, beautiful fish will get used to you being there and they will swim much closer to you. If you are swimming hard, they will dash away.
Every time I think that I am beginning to feel that mobilizing rush of restlessness to travel to places that I don't call home once again, it slips through my fingers like water.
"How I chose Mexico...." - Ventanas Mexico
Next up: Before you leave for Mexico, try your Spanish out at some practice MeetUps
Most recent: Maybe you haven't thought about how today's online banking services would make your life in another country so much more worry-free than in years past.
Hola, I am a partner with Ventanas Mexico, which provides resources for those considering part or full-time life in Mexico.
I wrote the "Interactive Guide to Learning Spanish Free Online," linking you to the best of the web (with lesson plans) with insights on why you should get started today, along with "If Only I Had a Place," a guide for the aspiring expat seeking to live large in Mexico.