I feel a bit more Mexican today.
When I moved down here, I was concerned about my magazine subscriptions. I may be a big internet user, but I love my magazines. Especially, my news and commentary magazines.
The usual suspects told me never to use the Mexican mail system. It simply does not work. Of course, they were the same people who told me it was unsafe to drive in Mexico.
So, off I went to Manzanillo to set up a mailbox with Mailboxes, Etc. It was a bit like dating. I paid a lot of money and got late deliveries. It took two to three weeks for my magazines to get to me.
After two and a half years of this semi-dysfunctional relationship, I decided enough was enough. Two friends in the highlands convinced me, through their testimonials, that the Mexican postal system was better than its American counterpart.
In June, I rented a Mexican post office box in Melaque -- and dutifully sent off change of address forms to the three magazines I receive regularly. (One of my favorites arrives on my Kindle.)
And then I waited. No magazines in June. None in July. None in August. I was beginning to wonder if the change was a good idea.
But I knew the address was correct because a friend in Nevada and another in Hawaii sent letters that arrived within two weeks of mailing.
Then just as I was ready to have everything sent to the Manzanillo box, a miracle occurred. On the same day, my National Geographic and American Spectator showed up. And not late. They were both the September editions.
Since today is the last day of the month, I drove down to Manzanillo and turned my key over to what was formerly known as Mailboxes, Etc. I am happy to report they were sad to see me go. But it is a service I no longer require.
For some reason, The Economist has not yet made it to the Mexican box, but I am certain it will. And, if not, not.
I need to get out more often and see the world rather than just read about it. That will also make me feel more Mexican.