Friday, April 05, 2013
the family trap
Yesterday, I re-baited the "move the family to Mexico" trap.
My first ploy -- the giant casa narco -- was bought before I could use it as a lure. (wooing the family) A great family compound for my mother, brother, his wife, and me.
But it was gone before I could return. Having failed with my royal flush, I decided to try for an inside straight.
During this blog's great house hunt contest, the house that came in second -- but well behind "stay where you are" -- was casa mia. (casa mia -- candidate number 3) A well-designed 2-bedroom beach house with as little pretension as its neighborhood.
Darrel had walked through the place four years ago. He still likes it.
For Mom, it was a first-time visit. Well, almost. Like the rest of you, she had read about it and seen enough photographs that she knew what to expect.
I am still a bit ambivalent about buying property -- anywhere. Even with bedroom air conditioning, the summers are a bit fitful here. And I am not certain I am ready to live wall-to-wall with my neighbors.
And, of course, there is the recently-learned lesson that houses are merely Stuff magnets. I am certainly not ready to fall into the acquisition syndrome again.
What I do like about the location is that I have Mexican restauranteurs on both sides of the house. As food-cetric as I am, that may be the house's best recommendation.
With two bedrooms, I am not going to meet my family compound fantasy. But that is probably becoming more of a fantasy every day.
My brother would move here at the drop of a sombrero. Not so, my mother. She has thoroughly enjoyed the visit. But I suspect I would have trouble uprooting her from Bend.
But stranger things have happened.
When I return to Melaque with my new Escape and shiny permanent resident card, I am going to do some serious thinking whether casa mia should become -- casa mia.
For those of you who might be interested in knowing more -- here is the listing online.