el crispito

At present, our scheduled departure date is October. We have so much to do before then to be ready to go, like packing up all our things and finding someplace to put them, picking which books we want to afford shipping to Mexico and learning once and for all which verbs require use of the neutral object when referring to a previously stated idea. Of course, the work won't end once we get to Guadalajara; then we have to find an apartment, get furniture, come up with some way to pay the bills and find a place where we can buy Topo Chico. You will be there at every step of the way, having your shoes shined in the plaza and catching up on the day's news in El informador over an Americano at the Madoka. Don't forget - if you want ice in your water, you have to ask for it.

Perhaps somewhere along the way your wanderlust will stir and you'll decide that you want to move to Mexico too. And why not? Warm gentle evenings sipping a Bohemia outside an old church listening to mariachi singing timeless songs of love found and lost can be pretty alluring. If so, give me a call. I know this taxi driver whose brother-in-law's has a co-worker who is trying to rent a charming little cottage by the lake, and it even comes with a few chickens.