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Jumper Cables, Extra Tires, Brightly Colored and There to Help and Protect People. After 5 months, we finally saw police who seemed to...

When we first got here, my lovely bride panicked at least once, every time we drove anywhere. This is was especially true when we hit the...

As mentioned before, the people and culture here in Mexico are MUCH warmer, friendlier and better than in the USA (especially MAGA-Land...

We're open when it works for us! Shopping in Mexico is different. I get lots of questions like "Do you negotiate for everything, like...

I'm not saying our dog (actually, she's definitely my wife's dog - follows her everywhere) is spoiled but she has a three puppy beds and...

You can buy an incredibly nice luxury car for the price of a used car in the USA. Another AWESOME thing about living in Mexico: Chinese...

Let’s get something straight: I didn’t move to Mexico for quinoa salads and ancient corn varieties. I moved because the U.S. felt more...

Yesterday I drove into a dangerous country that mane me nervous to even enter. I've seen and read about the corrupt Gestapo that has...

Day 3 of The Bubonic Plague Okay ladies, unless you've given birth to triplets without an epidural, you just have no idea what I, and all...

Hit this speed bump or "tope" at 20+ MPH and enjoy flight! No country’s perfect—but DAMN, Mexico is close. Still, there are things you’ll either get used to, or they’ll drive you straight back to your HOA and your gluten-free HOA-approved backyard barbecue. ] 1. The Language Barrier. If you think living in Mexico means everyone speaks English, congratulations, you’ve been to Cabo. Here in San Luis Potosí, not so much. If you’re going to live here, learn the language. Otherwis

Mexico Day 30 – The Whiteback Exodus Has Begun (And I Might Be Leading It) ·       I Started Working in Mexico Today. You Probably Can’t, Though ·       Back Crackery & Neck Twistery ·       Mexican Beef Jerky? Who Knew??? The view from the loft / office at dusk. Working in Mexico This morning, I woke up, savored my coffee like a civilized man, and did something I haven’t done since November: I worked. Yes, actual labor - mental, not manual, mind you. I’ve run a consulting an

Mexico Movies vs Reality When I was a kid, I knew  exactly what Mexico looked like. Hollywood taught me. It was all dusty pueblos with pastel casitas, adobe (not the software) walls, and that one tumbleweed rolling across the horizon while a guy named “El Diablo” smoked under his sombrero, waiting for a nice, white hero to come and shoot him. Every house had a cactus, every woman wore a shawl, and every car was rusted out, wheel-less and used for tying the actual transportati