This morning before the crack of dawn, The Hubby drove me down to the Tijuana Airport, just across the border from San Diego, CA. I caught the 6 a.m. plane to Guadalajara, a trip that lasts a little over 2 hours.
From there, it’s a 20 minute ride to our other home in the village of Ajijic on Lake Chapala.
By the time you read this I’ll be unpacking. Reason for trip: a forced vacation. We need to get our FM3 visas renewed for another year. We are legal aliens and have a home in Mexico.
Ajijic is a retired person’s dream: ideal weather year round (temperatures vary from low 70s to high 80s with rain during the summer); lots of activities, sports and charities; plenty of other expatriates and gringos to play with.
Not that I’m retired yet, but I’ve always maintained that life should be like play. Do the work you love, do the life you love, and try your best to do some good along the way.
Ajijic living puts things in perspective for me. Time and urgency take on new meaning. Every breath is more relaxed. Every encounter with another is more meaningful.
I’ll be here until Feb. 17. Hope to blog from here, but will also be reconnecting with dear friends, and living life on Mexican time….I feel a yawn coming on already…