That is how much rain Wednesday night's storm gave us.
And the relief was everything I thought it would be.
I had my first full night of sleep for a week. When I finally rolled off the bed, I was ready to smite my house-search project.
No. Not smite.
"Smite" is a verb that works well with nouns like David and Goliath. In my case, "dent" will suffice.
I have been switching housing preferences between 1) a nice three-bedroom house near the beach to 2) a one-bedroom apartment anywhere in town. The only constant is that it must be furnished -- and have an internet connection. Almost as if I could not decide whether to date
The only reason to rent a house would be to lure friends south to see me. So far, that has not worked. I have had three visitors -- and great visitors they were. But I do not need to maintain all of that living space and pay a maid for the occasional visitor.
If I can find a one-bedroom place, I will take it.
La Manzanilla was where I started my romance with Mexico. I drove over Thursday morning to see if I could find anything.
I did. I found a bit of reality. Almost as if I discovered the love of my life has a secret personality.
I suspect what has happened is that La Manzanilla is simply getting too familiar to me. And when that happens with a small town, it may be time to move on.
I asked my friend Daniel to check on some rentals for me. But I am shocked at how much landlords are still asking for rental property in this economy. Monthly rent over $1000 is not unusual. And the places sit empty.
Later today I will talk to a landlord about a small place in Melaque and another in Barra de Navidad. There must be a place with my name on it.
If not, there is always the Greek revival villa.
I wonder if it leaks rain?
And the relief was everything I thought it would be.
I had my first full night of sleep for a week. When I finally rolled off the bed, I was ready to smite my house-search project.
No. Not smite.
"Smite" is a verb that works well with nouns like David and Goliath. In my case, "dent" will suffice.
I have been switching housing preferences between 1) a nice three-bedroom house near the beach to 2) a one-bedroom apartment anywhere in town. The only constant is that it must be furnished -- and have an internet connection. Almost as if I could not decide whether to date
The only reason to rent a house would be to lure friends south to see me. So far, that has not worked. I have had three visitors -- and great visitors they were. But I do not need to maintain all of that living space and pay a maid for the occasional visitor.
If I can find a one-bedroom place, I will take it.
La Manzanilla was where I started my romance with Mexico. I drove over Thursday morning to see if I could find anything.
I did. I found a bit of reality. Almost as if I discovered the love of my life has a secret personality.
I suspect what has happened is that La Manzanilla is simply getting too familiar to me. And when that happens with a small town, it may be time to move on.
I asked my friend Daniel to check on some rentals for me. But I am shocked at how much landlords are still asking for rental property in this economy. Monthly rent over $1000 is not unusual. And the places sit empty.
Later today I will talk to a landlord about a small place in Melaque and another in Barra de Navidad. There must be a place with my name on it.
If not, there is always the Greek revival villa.
I wonder if it leaks rain?
