We are continually mentioning how hot and sweaty we are in Mexico. That’s because we are very hot and we are very, very sweaty. Someone here asked if the weather was dramatically different from where we came. The answer is no, not really. The only way I can tell which of the above forecasts is …
Roux is our dog. She thinks and acts like everyone is either already her friend or wants to be. I gravitate toward cats instead of dogs. I don’t hate dogs. I had several dogs as pets while growing up, but I am generally dispassionate toward them. She has won me over because of her earnestness. …
Not one, not two, but three days in a row we have new and exciting items on the floor. Yesterday, it was a dozen large ants. Today we have dozens (plural) of scales?, scabs?, rejects of those little square Band-Aids? Nope. Turns out they are seeds. They scatter in the breeze from long pods and …
Popó is pronounced exactly like the U.S. slang term for the police. It means poop. Unless you are in a hotel or resort that specifically permits it, you aren’t supposed to flush toilet paper in many Latin American countries. The sewer infrastructure can’t handle it. So what do you do with used papel higienico? Put …
I thought it would be hard to top yesterday’s mango, but… Today on “What’s on My Floor?” there are more than a dozen dead hormigas muy grandes (ants – extra large). The photo doesn’t provide a sense of scale, but it is around ¾ of an inch long. Apparently, they mate then die. I am …
If you have seen the show, you know the premise: a family moves to a new country and with a local realtor as their guide, tour a few properties they can choose from. We wanted to participate in our own untelevised version of that. We rented an Airbnb and intentionally came to Mexico at the …
In my first post, I mentioned we have large windows for airflow but they don’t have screens. We leave them open constantly in an attempt to cool the house as much as possible. Each morning, I wake up to discover something new on the floors. Most of the time it is dust or some small …
Hi. I used to be Steve or sometimes Steven, but now I am more than happy to be known as Chelsea’s husband or Hobbes’ dad. Speaking of Hobbes, he is telling me it is time for the first of my posts. Be aware – mine are unlikely to be filled with deep insights. Mostly they …