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English Version: HERE Las 3 Mentiras Las personas cercanas a mí saben que vivo mi vida creyendo tres mentiras. 1.         A todo el mundo le voy a caer bien  2.         Voy a ser excelente en todo  3.         Voy a ganar siempre    Estas son, por supuesto, mentiras.   A Todo el Mundo Le Caigo Bien Esto puede sorprender, pero ¡(gasp!) hay personas allá afuera a las que no les caigo bien! Claramente tienen un criterio cuestionable, pero así de cruel es la vida. Además, la sangr

Por primera vez en su historia, Estados Unidos está siendo incluido en listas de advertencia de viaje por otros países, debido al peligro que el régimen de Trump representa para personas que no son ciudadanas estadounidenses.   Normalmente escribo contenido ligero sobre mis aventuras en mi nuevo país, pero recientemente, mientras jugaba tenis en nuestro club, una joven me preguntó esto: “Trump no es realmente tan malo como algunos estadounidenses dicen que es, ¿verdad?” En es

Tenemos teorías sobre por qué hay ovejas en el parque! Ayer fue nuestra primera Navidad en México. A esta etapa de la vida, ya tenemos todas las cosas materiales que queremos o al menos todas las cosas que queremos desempolvar, asegurar y eventualmente regalar.Así que los regalos no fueron el tema del día. El tiempo juntos sí lo fue. Empezamos yendo al Parque Tangamanga (que todavía me encanta decir porque suena como si un villano de Marvel pudiera echarte algo en la bebida).

Jo, Luci = "Tennis Barbie", Jonathan & Fabi El famoso autor Ernest Hemingway  dijo una vez: “Si quieres conocer la cultura de un país, pasa una noche en sus bares.”Hay mucha verdad en eso.Pero si de verdad quieres entender un país, pasa tiempo jugando un deporte recreativo y competitivo con su gente. El deporte profesional trata de dinero y de ganar. Eso es normal.El deporte recreativo, donde no hay contratos ni patrocinios en juego, revela quién es la gente en realidad. Y en

Hace poco fuimos a una fiesta de cumpleaños mexicana y, como ya lo he dicho antes, si el cumpleaños es de un adulto en México, primero hay comida. Luego tragos. Luego canto, baile y un fiestón bien prendido que ignora conceptos como la hora de dormir, el mañana y la moderación. Si el cumpleaños es de un niño de tres años, hay piñata, regalos, pastel y luego tragos. Seguidos de canto, baile y un fiestón bien prendido que ignora conceptos como la hora de dormir, el mañana y la

Acabamos de regresar de Cancún y fue una de esas escapadas gloriosamente tontas donde todo salió bien, nada salió mal y los cárteles estuvieron tan desaparecidos que parecía que andaban de vacaciones en otro estado. Ni un sicario, ni una sombra, ni un chisme. Si los gringos paranoicos de Fox News nos hubieran seguido, habrían terminado tristes, tostados y tomando suero en la banqueta. Como buen triple Tipo A, más de cinco días de vacaciones me provoca crisis existencial, así

Farmacia del Ahorro's are like Oxxo's (Mexican 7-11). They're EVERYWHERE! Health Care That's Better Than the USA - If You Have Private Insurance Health Care is one of the greatest contradictions you will ever experience. It is astonishingly affordable, consistently competent and refreshingly human. Yet it also manages to exist right next door to a country where medical bills routinely destroy lives, and where doctors prescribe pills and procedures with all the restraint of a

Mexico woke up one Monday morning to find itself suddenly, spectacularly enraged. Videos flooded TikTok. Facebook feeds burst into flames. News anchors panted and panicked    over “historic mobilization.” And for a moment, it looked as if the entire republic had collectively marched into the streets to declare a nationwide “¡Ya basta!” (basically – We’ve Had Enough!) Then came Tuesday.And the whole thing evaporated faster than a promise proffered by Trump. A protest this inte

Todas las edades cantan juntas (I'm doing the Spanish Version first this time! The English Version is below) La fiesta mexicana: pura convivencia de la buena  Un Contraste de CulturasNuestra ceremonia de premiación de la liga de tenis estaba programada para la una de la tarde. En Estados Unidos, ese tipo de evento convoca a un ejército de “atletas” adinerados fingiendo estar en “condición óptima” mientras se meten la panza y esconden las venas varicosas con calcetas. Las es

Why Are Standards are Ludicrous.   We are from Las Vegas. The land of slot machines, Sizzling steaks on a skillet and did I mention the huge, live olive trees growing in the restaurant??? Cirque contortionists, and tourists teetering around in high heels despite being three margaritas past good judgment and sidewalk temps that will melt the red soles of their Christian Louboutins. What most people do not realize is that beneath all that neon and nonsense sits the culinary ca

A Real Live Gas Station Attendant!!! Hurry This is the biggest difference. Back in the USA I lived my life like Tony Robbins was following me around chanting "THAT is all you got done today?!?!?". I was always in a hurry. Always hustling. Always proving I was a “High Achiever” which in American culture is code for “Congratulations, here is your high blood pressure medication!” Sure, I got the nice houses and the shiny cars but I also collected stress levels that could power a

Me & some friends at the club I belong to one of the nicest sports clubs in all of Mexico. I had a league match yesterday. I stepped on the court thinking I had a flawless plan. A smart plan. I was playing a woman who would be a 4.0 in the USA, which means she is Advanced with a capital A and probably does footwork drills in her sleep. But I'm tall, fast and have developed both powerful strokes and variety in my shots. My strategy was simple. Drop shot her into oblivion. Lob

I live in San Luis Potosí, Mexico. It is one of the safest cities in the country. While I’ve had to work my ass off to get from homeless teen to CEO, I understand why some people are resentful and want to label me as “entitled”. I have a beautiful view of the city from my penthouse perched atop a new, modern white building with 24/7 security and fingerprint access, just to get to our floor. I’m literally living in an “ivory tower”. But I see the headlines. I follow the update

LAST NIGHT WE WENT TO TEXAS..... ROADHOUSE! Last night we embarked on an audacious odyssey measured in miles, minutes and mild melodrama. We drove the entire fifteen minutes to Plaza Sendero in Central de Abastos. Yes, the mythical land of topes, traffic and gloriettas that seem designed by a drunken Minotaur. And what gastronomic grail demanded such courage and commitment? Texas Roadhouse. Yes, the franchise from the very state we fled to avoid the red-hatted hordes and thei

Spanish gets SO much easier if you understand certain basics. Unlike English where I play tennis, you play tennis, he plays tennis etc. both the pronouns and the verbs (and often the second nouns and adjectives) change with each pronoun. For example I play tennis is Yo juegO tenis. You play tennis is Tu juegAS tennis etc. He plays tennis becomes El juegA tenis etc. So I wrote all the things I typically do and came up with a prompt. If the activity involves an exception or irr

There I was, standing in line at Costco, that magical land where you can buy a 96-inch TV (we did!), a 24 case of assorted Modelo (We also did!), and a hot tub (we already have one!) all under one roof. My noble mission that day? Two hotdogs. One for me, one for my lovely bride. As I stood basking in the glow of fluorescent lighting, the woman in front of me suddenly turned around and exclaimed, “Oh My God! It’s so cold! How are you in just a t-shirt?” It was fifty-nine degre

Living in the mountains of San Luis Potosi is idyllic! San Luis Potosi – The Escape from Climate Change I live in San Luis Potosí. If you’re looking for tropical beaches, this ain’t it. There’s no gentle ocean breeze, no palm trees swaying seductively, and no margarita-slinging beach bars serving “two-for-one Tuesday” deals. What we do  have is altitude - six thousand feet of it, and weather so perfect it feels like God’s thermostat got stuck at 75. Ninety percent of the year

When I lived in Tijuana, one of my Mexican surf brah’s (yes, Mexicans surf!) invited me to his house for dinner. When I walked in, I thought I’d accidentally stumbled into a quinceanera, a wedding, and a family reunion all at once. I swear there were a hundred people there. Everyone was smiling, laughing, hugging, and feeding me as if I were some long-lost cousin who just returned from war. The food was glorious. The cerveza flowed like a river of friendship. I was blown away

The Roads. I've talked about the roads before. From unmarked speed bumps that can launch a car airborne, to potholes big enough to bathe...

Cesar threw one of the BEST parties we've ever been to! And who knew Miguel could sing like that? Then again, who knew Cesar could? Or Jose Luis, Jonathan, Carlos & Marianna or well.... everybody! August 31, 2025. Eight months in Mexico and I still wake up every morning thinking, “We did this! We actually live here!” The honeymoon phase hasn’t faded. The warm, welcoming people - many of whom became closer friends in months than anyone we met in San Antonio after years, are wh